The Maanga

Wealth, like other segments of the evolutionary construct, is still largely a function of chance.  Not change.

Reading idiotic opinion on the American primaries fueled one’s interest in other countries’ politics. The Russian elections were the ideal antidote. The Putin Project, which was aired on BBC’s SW service provided a reasonably lame and yet much better coverage that helped one beat Madras’ traffic and the Americanisation of stupidity[1].

Russia always makes me wonder: did not the Soviet Union supposedly achieve great results in education? Weren’t we always told that through NCERT text books? Whatever happened to all those well educated people? Surely, a country with a smart population can’t falter this long and so clumsily.

[1] — Think Amit Varma. A person who neither lives in America nor is he a citizen of that country. I don’t even think he has lived in America for a reasonable length of time in the past. And, he pretends to be obsessed with that nation’s primaries — not even the actual elections. There was an election in Meghalaya, just in case one needs perspective.

This reminds me, Manmohan Singh is actually a very successful politician who has played his lack of ambition card perfectly. People who believe he is not doing what they want him to do, think he isn’t allowed to. Those who accuse him of doing something they believe he ought not to, assume he is under compulsion.

In other words, it’s been four years of being a PM with very little criticism. Pretending not to be a politician is a difficult trick — and he has done it quite well.

Does this Amit boy get paid to make a fool of himself?

And Gasquet Fan, what happened to that widget? I want to use it to have a poll that asks whether Amit has read even one word of this boring document.

A blogger comes with a shelf life. And, when the said blogger’s chosen topic is either humor or shock, that shelf life only becomes shorter. With more serious consequences beyond.

In other words, stop reading.

Who coined the phrase (or used it first with respect to India) ‘demographic dividend’?

In two years’ time, when we are fighting for half a meal, we should know whom to blame.

I have long thought, there is violence on the street only when the opposition lacks strength. Extending that thought, I’d imagine the Marathi boys outnumber the Hindi boys. But statistics in the media suggest otherwise. While poll results seem to support my theory.

What is?

Our Hedge Fund type boys always tell us, it’s much cheaper to have call girls on call than marry. And that, the best option is to lease one’s wife.

I have now figured, what the real problem is. Our Hedge Fund type boys are also Mylapore type boys who get Engels spouting NGO type chicks who wear sleeveless shirts and have armpit hair. More importantly, make sure the spouting is in the language of the original spout.

Basically, women who assume they are either equal to or better than men.

A woman who makes her father pay for her to get fucked is unlikely to spew Communist crap or have armpit hair. Let alone, be of any significant cost.

This is rather obvious. The reason this is being restated is obvious as well. But then, as in cooking, so in blogging. It’s the timing.

LAST October Aishwarya Bachchan grappled with a tough choice. The Bollywood star could either stay in Los Angeles to pursue a lead role in Will Smith’s new film, “Seven Pounds,” or she could return home to Mumbai to celebrate Karva Chauth, a daylong ceremonial fast that some married Hindu women observe as a prayer for their husband’s health and long life. (The observance is a new one for Ms. Bachchan; in April she married Abhishek Bachchan, an actor and the son of the Indian film star Amitabh Bachchan, a union that prompted Time magazine to describe the three as “Bollywood’s Father, Son and Holy Babe.”)

Ultimately Ms. Bachchan chose to return to Mumbai and starve with a smile. National television channels covered her first Karva Chauth as headline news. Two months later she shrugged off her loss in an interview. “You do what you have to do,” she said. “Feeling torn and thereby unhappy, confused or guilty is not something I want to feel. So you make your choices and go with it. You get some and some you don’t.”

This month Ms. Bachchan brings some of that clarity and traditionalism to a role she was born to play: that of Queen Jodhaa in the sumptuous-looking historical drama “Jodhaa Akbar.”

Thus, Amit is pardoned.

….is essential when one has recruited non-brahmin types who can’t speak English and one also feels embarrassed about one’s accent in the native language.