The best thing that has happened to us in Paris has been our 3 floor mansion, equipped with all the facilities one could need. While all the other Indians we have met here in Paris have been complaining about they get bored in this country due to lack of company (except Gangal of course, he has Prakhar in his hostel), we 4 people in the apartment have a great time playing cards, cooking food, watching TV series etc.
However, the owner of the mansion, i.e. our landlord is one crappy piece of shit. One of the few people in this country who happen to speak English, he is the one who cares about the French law the most, perhaps more so than the law makers themselves. Small things such as not coming up with the housing insurance, security deposit or letting Bahreni stay in our apartment are so not acceptable to him, which he defends by his characteristic excuse, speaking in a unique cartoon like style of his own, “It’s the French law, I don’t know.. ”.
Its not the landlords fault after all, it was God who made him French. France is a “weird” country to say the least. Some of the examples from the French lifestyle should make this clear:
1) Light switches here work in the opposite direction as compared to the ones in India
2) French cars have a funny tendency of stopping for pedestrians even at the busiest of highways, instead of the opposite happening
3) No (or very little) security in even the most critical places such as the airport, the policemen don't care to have a second look even when they see two Indian guys trying to break open a public telephone
4) The French army is taught to say “I surrender” in 180 different languages
5) It is illegal to work on Sundays in France and those who wish to work have to take some kind of a special permit from the government.
6) French girls (and damn, they are beautiful !!) tend to prefer boy's laps more than the train's empty seats.
7) http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/France :)
Well, if you ask me the reason for such weirdo stuff in this country, the only answer I can provide is “It’s the French law, I don’t know …”
3 comments:
There are funnier things, though. It is impossible to count the number of times you utter “Bonjour” and “Merci”. From the bus-driver to the shopkeeper to everyone in your lab, you always have to start with a “Bonjour” and then utter the only other word you know in French: merci. The French happily spend most of their time in office doing so. Perhaps the most annoying of all things is that if you open a door and see someone coming for it, you have to keep standing there, waiting for the guy to come, even if he were miles away at the time you saw him. It is not surprising that you feel like banging the door on him.
@Das: ROTFLMAO =))
gr8 comment man :D nice arti too :)
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