purdah system

delhi's blueline buses are an experience in itself. the sheer variety that gets on in terms of people, culture, status is exalting...

today while coming back home. i heard some snippets of conversation between three grown up almost middle-aged men... this was before they realized a female(me) was sitting in the diagonally opposite row and could hear them..

well here goes the conversation..
aajkal ladkio ko dekho.. cell phone gharwale de dete he.. aur 6-7 ghante phone par laki rehti he... uska baap kya ch***** ki usse kuch pta nhi chal raha ki kya ho raha he..
baas inko chhut de do...
(at this moment the realised that i could hear their conversation)

next snippet
khandaani ladkia to aankh utha ke nhi dekhti kisi ladke ko..

next line
humare ghar me to purdah hota he... sab kuch thik chalta he aise

well.. dis shows me how backward people can actually be... hypocrisy of the highest order... i found those bastards even judging me.... it makes me question what sort of india do we live in... one where the outer shell is westernized but insides are still caught in a time-web...