Will Complaining Make you Happier

It's official, going abroad, showing a few snaps on facebook is now a task for Rich Nepalese. For Poor, they have Nepal and facebook to them B*tbook!

How many of you have seen those fancy Nepalese taking pictures here and there in foreign countries and showing it off proudly to the friends. Does their brain cell not even work once. Why don't they take some of those unfortunate ones to travel and give them something that they can only dream - visiting another land. But as the saying goes, third would countries, like Nepal, one only cares about their belly and banks. So it's difficult to blame them.

Would their ears be wide open when an stranger, pays the bill for an entire table of people and says to the waiter, "It's always nice to do something for people you have never meet!" It actually shocked me. He was right, family will be there, friends will be there. You can always do something for them until l you die. What about the others? Never mind this question. Let's have a laugh for a while.

A Nepali comes to America. It's his first day. Goes to a toilet. Take a d*mp, and tries to open the hand washing thing. it won't open. Comes out of the bathroom yelling, "Hey, this thing does not work." Poor waiter goes in and shows him how to use it.

a part of five, sitting on tiny table. Before they could order, they keep saying, "Kasto namaro table, Kasto geen lagdo, Kasto dirty"

Waiter looks like an Indian by Apperance,but he is a Nepali. He rubs the table, makes it so shiny that they can spend the whole day just looking at their face- let alone the food be cold, who cares. Finally they order rice, gotta have friend rice, we Asians love it.

Later all is done. An older women asks the waiter, are you indian. He replies, No, I am from Nepal. Right then, he sees their faces turned down, as if they needed to say sorry. But they won't. Tips? Left zero. Complains, more than anyone could have made it. Also, it was to a Nepali by a Nepali family.


A month passed by, The show up. This time, An American is a server. They seem to be happy by complaining. So they keep complaining about the table. The American water rubs his Ass to clean the table. It's shinning enough, but the lady still keeps using her finger, "There, dirty!" , "There, dirty...", Poor water has no time to take any orders. He is really really mad by now. Order has not been taken yet. Lunch break time is about to over. Owner goes to guest and says, "MAM, SIR, it's time to close."

They both leave. Face wasn't happy. Everyone heard the story.
So they peak outside. Didn't know to none of them, their car won't crank. They look furious.

The American waiter takes out the jumper and starts their car.

They leave in no time, no thanks you, no thing. Tips ? Are you kidding the fellow.

What's the moral of this real life story ? As for me, If you can't be happy, complain as much as you can but later you will realize that you won't be happy at all.