Dear America, India Called and She Wants Her Economy Back

An ironic fact is that the Republicans, of which Trump is no excuse, actually believe that  immigrants are a liability to America. If the current trend of neglecting the employees in America who are Indian citizens or Indian by origin continues, then clearly the American economy would collapse. It is surprising that Trump is actually a well established American economist considering that the American sensex dropped soon after he was elected. I'm not very surprised. Why are you? If the American rednecks actually do want to work for a living, we don't really need their jobs. Let's watch them do some substantial labor.

If the current Prime Minister of India, Modi, would like to pull yet another stunt to rescue India from the neck deep quicksand our former administrators plunged her into, let him first un-peg our economy from that of America's. Because I would not be surprised if the latter collapses sooner than later. Would you? Why don't we make at least India an Indian labour friendly country, for once.

Caste discrimination in our country has a side towards which we all turn a blind eye. Those who are labelled as 'open category' (which merely means that they are not considered for caste based reservations in educational institutions and government jobs), find refuge in foreign countries whose racism is relatively saner. What we call a 'brain drain' is hence no surprise and yet people merely complain. If we truly decide to declare caste to be but a word, we would cease to allow it on official documents and election speeches. Indian economy will flourish when the brain drain ceases.

If America would pay a bit more attention to the Indian employees who labor to keep her economy on the top of the ranks and even on the charts, to begin with, even half as much as she does on which country's economy to invade next by continuously improved military strategies and equipment, then her economy would flourish and actually be fed, to begin with.
     

It is time for Indian to wake up to a world within her and America to wake up to a world outside. Caste discrimination and racism will not feed men for long. Wake up India! Wake up America! It's not too late, yet.

Explaining Digital Marketing to a Wizard Friend



As I updated my Facebook status to something which meant nothing more than 'needs attention', like everybody else's, my new wizard friend, Zephyrous, peeked over my shoulder and stared at my laptop screen, full of colorful images, in wonder.

"What is this?" The young wizard asked, scratching his long and dark beard, stereotypically.
"Social media." I murmured.
"What is its purpose?" He persisted.
"Over the last few years, men have ceased to interact with their neighbours next door as we don't have time for that. So now we  compensate for that by spending hours together on these kind of website to bitch about how our lives lack adventure and blame it on governmental policies."
"Why do you do that?" He asked.
"Because I get paid for it." I replied, cheekily. "Digital Marketing is my job."
"And what does that entail?" He continued to ask questions, curious as ever.
"I track people down using social media labs which employ private algorithms and study their likes and dislikes through what they talk about generally and the periods during which there is a maximum frequency of online audience. Then, I invite them to like my page by sharing something which attracts their attention. And once they subscribe, my feeds enter their social media. This makes them realize how much they miss the products and services they never  ever had in their lives to begin with and I try to get them to buy my products by doing all of this. I also employ other social media strategies for the same."

I was confident that my Greek and Latin would have made him stop further inquiries. But, no!

"Does that work?" He asked.
"No. Because I'm not some pretty girl who's going out shopping and taking selfies with her friends while trying on expensive branded clothing."
"So, social media works only for women?"
"Guys do desperately log in to the social media in an attempt to get laid at the end of the day, but not all of them are cocky enough to succeed."
"What does it take for men to get noticed on your social media?"
I blinked for a second and then responded. "Picture this if you will. If a girl posts a picture with a duck face, she'd get hundreds of likes and almost a hundred comments by the end of the day. And if a guy posts something even as serious as 'I plan to kill myself at the end of the day because life isn't worth  it', he'd get a few likes , a comment or two along the lines of 'best of luck' and maybe a troll."

"So," The wizard took his turn to blink. "they send trolls to kill a man who decides to end his life anyway? Is social media for imbeciles?"
"Hush!" I interjected. "These imbeciles will be paying me some day to buy some of my products. Don't judge them yet."

In Pursuit of Krishna

One morning I sat in my room, sulking. I don't remember why. I probably didn't know why I was sulking when I was sulking. My aunt noticed this and said, "Go to the ISKCON (International Society for Krishna Consciousness) temple and find the answers to your questions."

So I caught  a bus to Tiruvanmiyur bus stand and from there I caught a share-auto to the  ISKCON.  This auto driver drove on and on. I began to wonder if he was taking me to ISKCON or to Vaikuta (Vishnu's abode).

At one point I got off the auto although not at the destination. I confirmed the direction towards ISKCON and got onto another share-auto. I finally reached an arch which I'd never seen before in my life.

I entered the arch and walked on and on up the road, and finally a temple structure emerged.  This was NOT the ISKCON I'd been to before.

I rang up my ISKCON friend and said "I think I reached the other ISKCON."

But what did it matter, ISKCON is ISKCON, Krishna is Krishna. I paid my obeisance to the deities, took the prasadam and headed for the ISKCON restaurant (lunch time).

The moment the waiter approached me, he said "Thali?" Like it was written all over my face.  I finished a delicious lunch and left.

Lazy as I was, I caught an auto to the nearest bus stop(which turned out to be just on the main road.) From here I caught a share-auto to Tiruvanmiyur bus stand (a very painful journey as I'm tall and my legs are very long.) Then an auto to the ISKCON I knew.

I reached the Tiruvanmiyur ISKCON temple and rang up my friend. We sat at the reception and spoke for quite some time. I tell you, Vaishnava teachings can be scarier than Christianity sometimes.

Finally, I returned home by a direct auto as I was completely broke by now.

The Poisoning of Bheema

Sibling jealousy is not new to our age. It has been there since time immemorial. Right from the very beginning of time, even the gods have shown signs of immense jealousy towards the demons and and other gods.

More than five thousand one hundred years ago, the Kaurava, the jealous princes of Kuru clan, lived with a bitterness against the Pandava, their five pious cousins.

The Pandavas being the sons of Pandu, the rightful king, were thus the rightful heirs to the throne. Pandu accidentally killed a couple of hermits (ouch) disguised as deer while mating  (double ouch) and incurred a curse that he'll die likewise. Thus his wife Kunti, by virtue of sage Vyasa's foresight, blessing and boon, invoked five gods to bestow upon her and Maduri, his other wife, five children possessing their characteristics.

Thus were born the eldest Yudhishira (son of Yama Dharmaraj, god of death, time and righteousness), Bheema (son of Vayu, wind), Arjuna (son of Indra, king of all gods) and, Nakula and Sahadeva (sons of the Ashwini Twins, gods of health).

The Kaurava were the sons of the blind king Dhritharashta, who was a caretaker during Pandu's self-imposed exile, and the blind-folded queen Gandhari, who was so jealous when Kunti had children before her. (What an idiot! No wonder the Kaurava were later so messed up.) This resulted in Gandhari's pregnancy being divided into a hundred and one children.

Dhuryodhana, the eldest Kaurava, brayed like a donkey when he was born. Thunder sounded and lightning flashed, and wolves howled. Vidhura, Dhritarahtra's brother and son of a maid servant, warned the king that these were ill omens and to kill the child ASAP!!! But the blind king was too blind to listen. (I suppose he was both blind and deaf to the truth.)

One day, Dhuryodhana poisoned a bowl of pudding and offered it to Bheema. The latter, being young innocent, naive and ever ready to eat, accepted it without suspicion.  The poison rendered Bheema unconscious and Dhuryodhana rolled him into the nearest river.

Deep down in the river, poisonous snakes bit Bheema and sucked out all the venom from his body. The they escorted him to their palace.

"Who are you?" Asked the king.

"Bheema, son of Kunti!" Said Bheema, proudly.

"Is that so?" Said the King and gave Bheema another drink. "That makes you my nephew."

This drink gave Bheema, the unmatched in strength, even more strength - the strength of  a thousand elephants. When Bheema returned to his brothers, he told them about what had happened.

"Dhuryodhana is your brother. Don't speak ill of him." Yudhishtira, the eldest Pandava said.

"Alright then, the poison was wonderful." Bheema said, sarcastically. "May I have some more?"

A few changes

Dear readers,

1) My blogs and I are no longer christian; all christian material have been archived. We're now secular, i.e. devoid of religion. No offense to the religious. Just a choice I've made.

2) Just so that I do not bombard your email inbox and incur your wrath, I shall henceforth blog only once a week (on Sundays) on both blogs http://zardychess.blogspot.in/ as well as  https://theequilibriumoflife.wordpress.com 

If you're wondering why I have too many (or should I say 3 many) blogs, well the Monk of Gardenia is for various discussions about spirituality, life, mythology etc. and the Equilibrium of life is meant for poems and the Wordpress blog is being populated while the Blogspot blog has been suspended and  it is slowly  being vacated (which explains why the poems are in a matrix).


The suspended blog might be triggered every time I revisit a post and I apologize for the automated delivery of the list of poems each time.


Warm Regards

Zardy

My New Blog Sites

Namaste dear friends,

There are a couple of changes.

My blogs shall be

  1. http://zardychess.blogspot.in/
  2.  https://theequilibriumoflife.wordpress.com 
  3. http://allpoetry.com/Zardy

http://equilibriumoflife.blogspot.in/ has been temporarily suspended.


Warm Regards
Zardy

3 Movies This Week

This week, I watched 3 movies:

Saturday July 20,  2014

Transformers: Age of Extinction

It was an awesome movie. I still don't know where the Dino-Bots came from. But I liked it.

Sunday July 21, 2014

Holiday (Hindi)

I usually don't like Hindi movies. But this was decent and inspired patriotism.

Thursday July 24, 2014

Velai Illa Pattathari (Tamil)

I don't know when was the last time I watched a Tamil movie. But this was a good time killer. Well, okay. I did enjoy the movie quite a bit.