Off the top of my head, here's some of my experiences with Indians in university, and then working in the health care field:
- They're a liability in groupwork projects, particularly group research essays. You can expect to do pretty much all the work. Their "contributions" are laden with typos, formatting issues, grammatical errors, and run-on sentences. They will cite shitty sources, or shamelessly copy & paste paragraphs from wikipedia. Or they'll just pull ideas from their ass. Their writing follows no logical structure. You're left scratching your head wondering how on earth they managed to graduate highschool. Also, they leave everything to the last minute. They'll email you their "part" at 11pm the night before the essay is due, and expect you (as the white girl) to stay up all night editing the project to make it resemble something intelligible.
- Indian males are the worst patients. They expect you to wait on them hand and foot. Even if they have perfectly functioning arms, they expect you to feed them and place their penis in the urinal. They will constantly press the call bell, and get angry if you don't respond immediately (because you're busy with other patients). They are stubborn and won't listen to anything you tell them. They get depressed and refuse to get out of bed, making them even more immobile and depressed, which then becomes a vicious cycle. They all end up needing rehab. They force their female relatives to coddle them, so even if you try to encourage them to be independent, they will rope their mommy/wife/maid to spoon feed them, undoing all your work.
- Families of Indian patients are the worst. If the patient is very sick (on a ventilator, on life support etc.) family members will flood into the room by the dozens. It will be a constant stream of visitors (who all call themselves "cousins") for as long as the patient is on life support. They are loud and disruptive, taking up space and getting in the way of being able to do your work. They are nosy and they peek into other patients' rooms. Various members of the family will spam call the front desk asking for updates, instead of using 1 family spokesperson (the norm for all other families).
But then, as soon as the patient is woken up and taken off the ventilator, the family is suddenly nowhere to be found! They stop visiting, at the precise time that it would be beneficial for the patient to have family by their side!! So the patient, having no memory of the time they were on life support, finds themselves all alone in hospital, forgotten by their family. They get depressed. And we get depressed watching them. It's like the family realizes, "my loved one isn't dying after all, nothing more to see here." It's really disgusting.