Most people in my Indian misadventures fell primarily into two categories. And again, this is a simplification; human nature is far more nuanced.
One type seemed to be the Chanakya incarnate, or, to the western mind, the Machiavellian type. Sniveling, furtive, and scheming, they are always mollycoddling with an ambrosia of sweet deceit and a permanent post-ejaculatory grin pasted on their faces.
The other type is the goon character, who really wants to break something to prove a point, or that's where his paycheck is coming from, and although inside a very insecure and usually uneducated man, on the surface a pretend character with whatever the desired level of gung-ho, masculinity, and false bravado.
And then there is the hybrid. This desi possesses the cunning and calling of Chanakya, along with the aggression and alacrity of the goon. This masala makes them a formidable adversary, as they are not only capable of manipulating situations to their own gain but also willing to resort to whatever is necessary. Plus, this hybrid type exhibits a complete lack of empathy and regard for others.
What's interesting is that there are now thousands of unorganized East India companies that these guys report to—an unreported national silent subjugation that doesn't raise the hackles as it comes with handouts of nationalism or under some other regional garb. And even more conveniently, in Hindu mythology, the gods and demons are guaranteed equal respect, just in case we end up badly. This sort of makes us lenient in our approach to their avatars in our midst.
While some individuals may exhibit traits of these two types or a mix of them, it is essential to recognize that people are complex and multifaceted. It's not my intention to strengthen stereotypes, but just a snapshot of my unique experiences.
