People generally fail to grasp the mentality of Indians when faced with dilemmas such as the feed-the-poor-or-build-a-spaceship choice. You see, every time the exigencies of normal everyday life puts a pinch to the stomachs of these Indians, they are always reminded by the romantic pictures of cool cigar-chomping Sivajis crooning huge-breasted Aishwaryas and Karisma Kapoors (or whoever, not that I memorize any of them), leading them into a false sense of comfort and hedonism, never once realizing that the billions of dollars their leaders spend on Mars-trips or nuclear submarines could well be used to carve out some decent sewage networks or put food slightly more palatable beyond gheed-dal and okra curries on their plates.
In a society such as India, a film industry like Bollywood is of prime importance, opiating the masses into an ambient breeze of peace and romance and love and harmony. And what more does one need to lull out the pangs of hunger and pains of poverty other than love and romance? But it’s the people, and the man-made taboos and rites that they concoct up to drive wedges between them. Imagine, like the chinese, an Indian population close to a billion in number. What potential, what diverse and wonderful ways to light up (or destroy) the entire world purely from these numbers alone!
For one, that billion could just gang up in an appointed time, unzip and urinate in synchronicity, and you are talking about a billion litres of peewater drizzling away – enough perhaps to drown the entire Pakistan in a torrent of urethric aquaculture. Or they could do this: at an appointed time, jump up and down for a few minutes on the ground --- all billion of them, and cause a tellurian shock wave to sear across the globe on the other side and snuff out Toronto, pronto.
|Mass transportations in India is based on the philosophy of Communalism: namely if it is comfortable, it should be shared out, and if it is discomfort, it should be distributed out.|
|Sharing is the main key...|
None who begged the wasted refuse, none who lived by fraud and stealth!
And their arms were decked with bracelets, and their necks with nishkas graced,
Proud despiser of the lowly wore not insults in their frown,
Spake to Bhishma and to Kripa, spake to lords and courtiers all:
Let them prove their skill and valour, rein the steed and throw the dart."
|In their own way, the Indians prefer their guests over themselves, and would make so much effort to please and make them feel comfortable.|
The hospitality of the Indians can be found, if not in them, only in legends. Not uncommonly, every guest there is called a "VIP" and once you are one, you can be assured of getting a first-class treatment from your hosts.
Brother's love is truest safety, brother's hate is deadliest sin!
Trust me, monarch of Kishkindha, trust thy true and faithful wife,
Thou shalt find no truer comrade than Sugriva in thy life,
As a brother and a warrior let him stand by Bali's side.
If thy wife is true in duty scorn not Tara's wifely tear
Help Yudhishthir with your counsel, with your grace and blessings kind,
Seek the aid of righteous monarchs and of chieftains near and far?
Unforgiving in their vengeance, unrelenting in their heart?
Unto Drona proud preceptor, rich in lore and warlike grace,
To Duryodhan and his brothers, honoured guests and kinsmen bold:
May your kindness ever helpful poor Yudhishthir's rite attend,
To the poor and to the worthy scatter free my gems and gold!"