So my Dad comes to America to visit me and I want to impress him with America’s technological prowess. I remembered that in India a simple task such as making coffee can be an arduous process. First, you have to go buy the coffee beans. Then you have to roast them. Grind them. And then using a contraption make coffee decoction. And then you mix it with milk and sugar and then finally you have made coffee!
“Not so in America!” I tell my Dad proudly. I show him a jar of instant coffee. I walk to the hot water dispenser and press the knob to dispense steaming water into a mug. And then I use a packet of instant sweetener and a spoonful of instant coffee and rapidly stir it with a spoon. “See how easy it is to do things in America! I say as I proudly sip the coffee.
“It is much easier in India!” says my Dad to my astonishment. “I can do it without moving an inch from my seat!”
Frankly, I am puzzled. I remember my Mom spending an ungodly amount of time to make coffee. “How do you mean? “, I ask him.
“In India you always have a dozen people standing around you doing nothing,” Says my Dad. You point your finger at the nearest guy and say ‘Hey, you! Go get me coffee!” He sprints out the door and runs to one of the many street vendors, who make their living selling coffee and snacks for a few pennies. Within a minute you will have the best coffee in the world delivered to you and in your hands!