A sikh neighborhood

Birds of a feather flock together. Is that really true? Let us find out. Looking around the neighborhood I noticed that a lot of people were dressed the same. Most distinctive in their attire is the turban, for the male that is, and they have beards. Now, growing a beard has become fashion of late but measured by the length of their facial hair the Sikh were far ahead of their time. Unlike the so called 'Metro-man' who is already happy when a dark glow on his jaws has barely become visible, the Sikh are totally committed and go all the way. No half measures are taken here. Good for them. Another thing that struck me was the salutary rest the Sikh radiate. Have I come across a 
Sikh running bewilderingly down the street? Nope. Did I have to plug my ears with parsley against Sikh speaking loudly? Nope. Or was I brushed aside by Sikh trying to jump the queue waiting for the bus? Thrice no. I quite like this. How different from the Netherlands, where everyone seems to be in a hurry for whatever obscure reason. And queuing for the bus, I don't think so. The Dutch all want to get in first. Impossible I know because only one can be first, and even 'the first shall be last' as the saying goes. Therefor an utter waist of energy. 

I have got an theory on this. I reckon the Sikh have invented the saying 'the first shall be last' and live their lives accordingly. Just wait for the first one to become last and only then make your move. It also explains why many Sikh are sitting on benches, seemingly waiting for something. You got it, for the first mover. There you have it. Not so strange after all.

A Sikh neighborhood is not such a bad thing after all. as more and more people are stressing up it would be worth considering a Sikh lifestyle. I for one wouldn't mind. It may even be contagious for all I care...