Counterfeit Brit

Taking a cue from the Brits, a few BSs chose to put on airs. Some smoked a pipe, mumbling instructions unintelligibly to their subordinates. One BS flaunted a British accent. Once, feigning ignorance of Tamil, he pompously asked a local, 8220;Where does this road lead?8221; 8220;To London!8221; came the reply. The BS seldom lost a chance to get even with such cheeky subordinates.

When a BS8217;s Jersey cow damaged a tea nursery, his British boss was furious. 8220;Get rid of that damned cow!8221; he thundered. 8220;I can8217;t!8221; the BS retorted without truckling, 8220;It8217;s of your breed!8221; The Brit almost went red in the face!

Overall, however, the BS generally got on well with the Brit. His aptitude for planting and the outdoors as well as his willing assimilation of British culture and customs did help. Often the BS and his vivacious wife were the life of a social get-together. And when a BS could blithely banter and drink away an evening at the club with the Brits, or survive a mauling during rugby or join a pig-shoot without being queasy, he was considered adequately anglicised, a pukka BS of Munnar8217;s Beverly Hills!