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Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Tyranny of the Majority

I returned from a short holiday to Hampi which was otherwise excellent, but for the last three or so hours I spent there. They would have been excellent too, had the rest of the group I was travelling with not decided to indulge in good old fashioned tyranny of the majority.

In brief, there is a lot to see there, a lot of trekking and rock climbing to indulge in if it takes your fancy, old ruins and the sort. Mobile phone coverage is patchy at best, and since we were roaming around different parts of the town, a time and place was decided where we would meet for lunch. I and my only other companion from the group got there to find no one else. They called an hour later to say they were on the other side of town and were at the moment getting in to a boat for a ride.

Essentially, it meant that they did exactly what the fuck they felt like while I, like a fool, walked across town to get to a restaurant that they chose, only to meet no one, and in the process of that and lunch, lost time that could have been better spent seeing some more of the beautiful place. And once done with lunch, there was not enough time to go somewhere, see something and come back in time to leave.

As I expected, when we met finally, most of them didn't even bother with acknowledging that they had done me wrong, let alone apologise even half-heartedly. And when my grouse came out in the open, one of them gave me this beautiful piece of advice, and I quote: "sticking to the group is often a safer option, as I've found through experience. Schedules get screwed up easy and often, and when this happens, I always prefer to be with the group."

Wow. You are a pushover, and you want everyone else to be the same way too, so that stupid women who must carry an entire bag full of eye makeup for a 30-hour vacation involving trekking mostly (which they don't do because they are wearing chappals) have someone other than you to order their food for them because they are too darned lazy and anti-social to even come out of their room while everyone eats. Oh sorry, they tell you that they enjoy listening to you talk. I suppose that gives you enough of a boner for you to go on being so fucking servile, you shit-stick. Severin would be envious of you.

But people, go to Hampi if and when you get the chance. If outdoors is your thing, you will love it. Just don't go with stupid cows and stupider apologists.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I must be terribly ignortant but who or what is "severin" ?
And just out of curiosity, you annoyed with the whole bunch or that one makeupbox and her errand boi.

The Author said...

Severin is the protagonist from Venus in Furs. You can trawl the Internet for details.

I was annoyed with everyone except the guy with me. More annoyed with some than the others.