An Indian man, who had been living in California, went back to Bombay to attend the wedding of an old friend’s son... He noticed that the bride’s family was not of the same caste...but of a lower caste. He wasn’t sure if he should say anything; perhaps customs had changed in the many years he had been away.
Finally, he had a minute with his old friend, alone.
“Is it now normal to marry a lower caste girl?”
“What?”
“I mean, I couldn’t help noticing that your son is marrying a girl from a lower caste.”
“No...no... My son works for J.P. Morgan. She works for Goldman Sachs. Same caste.”
lights just flickered. we’ll see if the power stays on