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To Root Or Not

Reading this story alleging Indian call center workers were contributing to the success of Sanjaya Malakar made me chuckle. If a desi is doing well for himself, ponyhawk and tone deafness notwithstanding can blaming the Indian BPOs be far behind ? Everything that ails America as we all know can be traced back to outsourcing jobs to India. Wonder why it took this long to identify root cause and put the blame where it rightly belonged.

Being Bengali I am only too familiar with how five dudes in Garia with more time on their hands than they know what to do with, will start a fanclub for the Guatemalan football team. Interestingly, there does not seem a bunch of Bongs from Kolkata rooting for Malakar. Historically, they turn hysterical if there is one part per million of Bengali in anyone famous. Maybe Malakar challenges the conventional notions of fame and notoriety. He has the Bongs a tad confused. Too root or not to root for Shonjoy (which how his name would translate to in Bengali-speak) seems to be the question on their minds.

However, if he wins the contest, the fanclub in Garia is inevitable.

Comments

ggop said…
Heh. I have few colleagues (not all of them Indian or of Indian descent) who vote for Sanjaya without even watching Idol just to boost him.

Their actions were a response to the woman who started a fast to protest his moving to the next round.

I don't know if my fellow engineers are just rooting for the loser :-D
gg

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