And what are words?
And what are words?
The short clip went viral before you could say ‘Krishnamachari’.
It showed a man standing by his two-wheeler, open the carrier, take out a package – an aluminium foil tub-like container used by restaurants for takeaway stuff, carefully unfold the crimped foil at the edges, lift the cardboard lid, take a few mouthfuls with a spoon, and then put things back the way they were – the container showing no signs of being opened.
What’s the deal?
Well, this was a delivery ‘boy’ – actually a man in his late thirties, reaching it to a customer his order of biriyani.
The social media went berserk ‘lynching’ the ‘boy’ to shreds. The concerned store had no place to hide on mother earth. Consumerism in full cry:
This was just the moment the activists were dying for (but never die). Here’s a crowd of wannabes and hoi polloi baying for the blood of a poor worker, a victim of circumstances and compulsions. Time to clear their throats, order fresh full-sized candles, banner cloth and new sheets for placards, pen slogans to raise all but the dead, plan the routes for the morcha’s and get the flock together and sharpen their knives. Before all that, set the ball rolling by announcing to the friendly press, the self-assumed purveyor and guardian of ‘the Truth’ thriving on a life-line of dysfunction in any society:
Stung to the quick by the unfolding events, the store with great alacrity retrieved the situation for itself the only way it could – called the contractor supplying the ‘boys’ to order his man double-quick back to the barracks and issued a merchant-cum-employer-of-the-year-award-winning statement assuring they have taken action right away to protect the interests of their esteemed customers and, what more, they would push their contractors to ensure a fair deal for the ‘boys’. The MBA’s at their HO had earned for once their keep.
However, even after a couple of days, thanks mainly to the activists piping in unmixed oxygen, the fire did not show signs of abatement. Until…
On the third day, a maverick from the press claimed he had uncovered the ‘Truth’, the whole ‘Truth’: it was all a sham show engineered by a business rival against the store…In those two days the perpetrator had even ‘rehabilitated’ the poor thrown-on-to-the-street ‘boy’ in a supervisory position in its own operation! He did not get a snap of the ‘boy’ laughing away.
At one stroke, many things happened or changed:
The fiction above is but a microcosm of the play in real world where the curtains stay permanently raised up for a non-stop run of scams and the public looking away helplessly in disgust, disbelief and disinterest.
The wise rishi’s up there in the high mountains meditating on and seeking ‘Truth’ are not back yet. It is quite likely they’re successful in their quest before long while we putter around in the plains?
Source: Inspired by a one-page story in Kumudam which in turn was based on a recent real-life incident widely covered in the press. Image from latestly.com
vide Jayanta Sen
The Nobel Laureate Prof. C. V. Raman after retirement wished to open a Research Institute in Bangalore. So he gave advertisement in the news papers for recruitment of three scientists.
Lots of eager Scientists applied thinking that even if they were not selected, they would at least get an opportunity to meet the Nobel Laureate.
In the preliminary selection, five candidates were selected and the final interview was to be taken by Prof. C V Raman himself.
Three were selected out of the five.
Next day Prof. Raman was taking a walk and found one young man waiting to meet him. He realized that it was the same man who was not selected.
The Prof. asked him what was the problem and he replied that there was no problem at all, but after finishing the interview the office had paid him ₹7 extra as compared to…
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What would we do without them!
Here’s one I had not heard of before:
Speaking of a woman (in politics) M observed:
‘Oh, she’a a mandhi…’
A mandhi is a female monkey. Normally used for an inattentive, not-given-to-emotions mutt. But this wasn’t it…
‘How do you mean?’
‘Adhu penum paarkum, mudiyum pidungum.’
A rough translation: She would groom you for lice…and pull your hair too (causing pain).
A person who is a mix of the good and the bad.
Any better way to say it?
Source: Image from: reed.edu