We Indians are madly after anything foreign-dress manners-food-education and what not. Indian music considered to be inferior to disco and jazz. The feminize shyness has been replaced by the blunt talks and staring of the ladies. Speaking a foreign language has become a fashion. The young like to work as labourers in America instead of taking up a good job within their own country. To feed guests, we go to mod restaurants where look boys and girls in jeans sway and scream around a mike while the band blames rock music. The more discordant the music the more happy the guests are. The guests jump about on the dance floor, their hearts throb widely, and their bodies jerk excitedly to the ciang and bang of jet set music.

The imported crystal chandeliers and gilded furniture are some objects which decorate our houses and restaurants. The restaurants must have a bewitching singer who may wear a skiing tight, strapless flashy gown or a provocative waistcoat or baggy harem trousers looking like a Persian prince or a mod American.

Some celebrate the Chinese New Year in Chinese style in a restaurant – that has for its name the title of a song from an old Holly Wood movie. The menu includes Chinese, Japanese, and Iranian and American delicacies. People want hotels to organize Mexican. Swiss and French nights. The decorations, the music and even the chefs are imported. The furniture, decoration, household articles in the houses is imported. The models of the houses are American or western. Toys that children used in the houses for play were imported.

Craze for the foreign things is not in the larger interests of the country. We became the slaves of foreign manners and foreign habits. We cannot be moulded according to the foreign culture. A craze for foreign foods will discourage our industrialists.