Those of us born into the Indian middle class with its sensibilities of frugality and abhorrence of flashy waste, perhaps do not realize the value of our simple lifestyles. Pu-La Deshpande, in his essay, Mumbaikar, Punekar and Nagpurkar poked fun at the limits of Puneri hedonism which culminates in no more than a good meal followed by a siesta. It is not very far off the mark. Our idea of a good time even today, with incomes far higher than our parents' generation, is an evening out with friends over a meal and perhaps a movie or a cricket match. Figure twenty dollars per person per event, or fifty dollars if you have bought tickets to watch the match live. It is this simplicity and frugality that the British failed to comprehend in Mahatma Gandhi and westerners yet fail to comprehend when playing hard-ball in negotiations.
I have a friend whose employer was trying to arm twist him into making concessions to standard operating procedure with a veiled threat of termination of employment. My friend, being the straight arrow that he is, did not catch the veiled threat until it was made more explicit, at which point, he said to his employer, "You have every right to tell me to leave, but I sense that you believe that I will not be able to survive without the salary you offer me. I don't think you understand how small my needs are."
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I'm really, really glad that my parents have the same frugal living habit, which they've passed on to us. The extreme it has hit now is comical. Mom and I have heated arguments over buying new clothes - she wants me to get many new pairs of jeans, I want none. And finally we settle on 1 new pair of jeans a year. I really wish I'd have the same kind of argument with my kids twenty years from now, with the roles reversed.
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