F**k Indian Durban, Part 2

A continuation from my previous post on the same subject.

I have had to deal with yet another phenomenon of the gossip/blabber-mouth/immature personages who invade every space and infect it, in this ever-increasing choke-hold of the Indian community in Durban. Maybe I should be more specific and tie it down to the Muslim Indian Community here, but I’m sure it’s all over the place.

I can’t believe someone around mid-twenties would be able to spread such absolute shit like this, and to the detriment of another human being’s reputation. What I can’t understand is this, doesn’t the new generation see through all the crap and try to better themselves and their communities instead of just regurgitate the ugly old habits of the previous generation? What ever happened to rebellion and questioning things and moving forward?

All I see in this community is the spreading of the same shit via new technology… unlike the old days when this used to happen through kitchen windows and in women’s circles, the barriers have been shattered and now boys and girls across age ranges are becoming purveyors of a culture of back-biting, slander and bitchiness using Web 2.0 Technology.

I have managed from the previous post to ignore such things and try and correct them whenever I can, but when people’s reputations get tarnished by information you have provided in privacy… and you have to hear about it from 3rd an 4th parties…. That is unforgivable. But then again, how could I be so naive to expect anything else from this cultural habit which I’ve seen fester and contaminate lives as soon as I set foot here.

I keep thinking… what would it take for these people to see what they’re actually doing? and how absolutely full of shit it is and the damages it causes and the lives it leaves in ruins… divorces, family feuds, etc. all stem from this same problem… A culture of talking behind other people’s backs, having a one-up-manship on everyone else, My family/clan/caste is better than yours, doing the other man down.

Fuck them.

F**k Indian Durban.

(Please excuse the rampant Profanity in this post, I really , Really need to vent.)

I can’t wait to get out of this God Forsaken place. All Durban has is the beach. If it didn’t have that it would be the ultimate hell hole. There is a reason why it’s only good for holidays, especially if you’re an indian. The things I have to endure in this place crawls under my skin. Constant Gossip, Racism, Classism, Caste Systems… FUCK! I am so sick of it. Every single indian female I run into (okay maybe not ALL) has this insatiable desire to know every little detail about my life… FUCK OFF! I swear I’m at my wits end… apart from friends like MJ and some others which make this ride in Durban just a little bit less tedious, this place is… oh fuck it.

I’ve had old indian women confess… “I know I’m racist, but that’s just the way it is…”, I’ve had constant questioning of mundane things like.. “Where you going? Where you went? What you did there? why?” WTF? like it’s anybody’s fucking business. I once looked dead straight at one aunty and said “Naah, I’m just tired from the strip club last night, and tonight we’re hitting the entire strip on point road.” Now, the thing is , these aunties know me too well to know that I’d never actually do any of those things… so I think they got the sarcastic message… “I don’t want to answer you, Leave me the fuck alone.”

Recently, I actually felt depressed, I mean seriously depressed… and I only realised this after the fact… I have never been depressed in my life, infact, my philosophy on life is that a Muslim can never be depressed (think about it). I can only conclude that this place (said with all the gusto of Agent Smith from the Matrix)… I feel infected by it.
Between Racists, Classists, Bigots, Hypocrites and just plain fucking idiots. I wanna go home :( Now try and ask me why the fuck I miss Johannesburg so much. You know why.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…….

Peace, (Ironic, I know…)

M.

UPDATE: Continuation at F**k Indian Durban, Part 2