If More Politicians Listened To Scientists Would The World Be A Safer Place?

Welcome to the weekly 2 on 1 blog post that Shackman and I write every Friday. Today’s topic has been chosen by Shackman who is more optimistic than I thought him to be on politicians. Please do go over to his blog to see what he has to say on the topic.

I have no hopes whatsoever of politicians ever doing anything that would make our world a safer place. It simply has not happened ever, nor is it likely to happen ever again. The political class marches to a drum beat that is entirely unique to it and the class is most unsuited to march to any other drum beat.  Politicians by definition cannot think long term.

I am in total agreement with George Carlin and for the purpose of this post, I equate the government to politicians.  I leave it to my readers to decide if we are smart or intelligent.

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Melancholia.

I received a phone call this morning from a friend inviting me to go out for lunch with him. I excused myself giving some innocuous excuses but, he kept trying to persuade me to accompany him. Finally, he gave up and asked me why I was being so unusually melancholic today. I responded that I did not think I was being melancholic but, just lazy.

He went off alone and I was left wondering about his comment on my being melancholic. I had not heard the term used by anyone in a long long time but, remembered a few things which came to my mind that I share with my readers here.  The statue on the left is by Hanneke Beaumont called Melancholia.

In 1866 the major French literary figure Victor Hugo published “Les Travailleurs de la Mer” which was later released under the English title “The Toilers of the Sea”. This work included this quotation.

“Le désespoir a des degrés remontants. De l’accablement on monte à l’abattement, de l’abattement à l’affliction, de l’affliction à la mélancolie. La mélancolie est un crépuscule. La souffrance s’y fond dans une sombre joie.
La mélancolie, c’est le bonheur d’être triste.”

“Despair has ascending degrees. From prostration one mounts to despondency, from despondency to affliction, from affliction to melancholy. Melancholy is a twilight. Suffering melts into it in sombre joy.
Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.”

No, I am anything but melancholic.

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Comment, Question And Answer.

In my blog post Haldi Doodh my friend Rasheed commented as follows:

Oh, good old Haldi Doodh. Yum! These people will unknowingly gobble up turmeric latte for their own benefit.

Oh, I have a question for you, Ramu Bhaiya.

What did the cow say to the milk?

Answer: Hey Doodh!

Ramu Bhaiya, in Hindi simply means, Brother Ramu.

My answer to Rasheed is:

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Fy Fy Fy.

I was teasing a friend on Whatsapp for his ideology and he responded with “I know that you are chavifying me….”

I bet that none of my non Indian readers can decipher that, and perhaps some Indians too!

Let me explain. Adding the fy at the end of a word is to signify an action explained by the first part. In English for instance, if you say nullify, it would mean that the action makes whatever has happened null and void or whatever. Other words such as diversify, intensify, exemplify, indemnify, demystify, personify, speechify, electrify etc, come to mind.

We Indians simply take Indian language words and add the fy to achieve the same result. Tamilians are particularly fond of doing this.

In the case of my friend’s comment in the first paragraph, chavi means a key. Particularly a key that is used to wind up things like clocks, mechanical toys etc. What my friend meant to convey was that he was aware that I was winding him up.

There are many other words like this and some are given below.

Maskafy – Applying maska. Maska means butter. Buttering up someone.

Ragdofy – To make someone slog.

Chaakufy – stabbing with a knife. Chaku means knife.

Keechofy – Pull.

Khichdify – Khichdi is a mixed dish with rice, lentils, nuts etc. In other words, make a hash of things.

Samaichufy – A Tamil concoction Samayal meaning to cook.

This has become so much part of the Tamil culture that a very popular song has been written around it. Kalaachify in the title means, mix it well.

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Touche! Me Too!


We need good friends to keep us grounded firmly on Mother Earth.

I am blessed in that I have a number of them who take great pleasure in ensuring that I do exactly that.

One of them, who unfortunately refuses permission to name him, took me down a peg or two this morning and I am yet to recover from it as I write this six hours later.

My friend lives a safe 900 Kilo Meters away from me but calls me whenever he gets the opportunity to talk to me. He ignored the first opportunity when he read my post Checked Out Characters. He however could not resist the temptation to call me this morning after he received an email alert about my post Haldi Doodh.

The point he made was simply that I should not be so smug. He pointed out that I too am a checked out character for having dropped the Western attire of pant, shirt, suspender belt, shoes, tie and jacket persona to the not so popular white native dress. He called it reverse snobbery.

Wow!

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Haldi Doodh.

Haldi doodh simply means Turmeric Milk. It is one of India’s oldest home cures and there will not be a kitchen in India which has not made this at some time or the other.

After reading my blog post Checked Out Characters, a dear friend from Bengaluru has sent this plaintive message to me.

“Now a days Drinking Turmeric Latte is becoming a fashion in America and other Western countries.
Do you know what Turmeric Latte is???
Haldi Doodh😊
It costs nearly
3 pounds (Rs300 approx) per cup .
There are more than 20 shops serving Turmeric Latte alone in London city.

Amazing… Isn’t it??

Very soon we will also have these type of shops in India…
We will enjoy drinking Turmeric Latte too…
Haldi dhoodh has now got the Western stamp……

But one question Arises…

Why don’t we feel proud of our haldi dhoodh ..??
Why don’t we respect our culture..our wisdom??

Why do we feel that if a product has the Western stamp or logo ,it’s always better than our Indian products…

We must think about it for a while…..”

I had no answer to give him other than the usual banalities about our checked out characters.  Sad.

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The Mystery Of The Earworm.

For the past three days I have had this earworm bugging me.  It was also bugging me as to why it suddenly popped up in my consciousness. First it simply was the tune without the lyrics. When Manjiree returned home from a visit to her sister’s place, I asked her for the lyrics and since then the song has been bugging me.

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It finally dawned on me just a while ago as to how I suddenly remembered this song. I remembered that this song is from a 1964 Hindi movie called Kohraa.

Once I realised that, everything fell into place.

On last Thursday a family friend had called on me. Her family name is Kaura. The similarities had played on my subconsciousness and brought up this old favourite song by association.

Awesome how our mind works!

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The Burning Desire.

I dedicate this post to my friend Mary who inspired me to write this post with a tag on Facebook. She asked – Ramana?

We also exchanged pleasantries there! Please click on the image for a larger resolution.

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The Philosopher School Teacher.

I don’t know whether I should be amused, disappointed or flattered.

A young man from Chennai came to visit me last week, on a courtesy call as directed by his father who is a friend of mine. This young man had come to Pune to attend an interview for a job opening in a Logistics firm here. The young man is an alumnus of the same Business School of which I am an alumnus too.

This young lad spent a couple of hours with me and scooted off to attend his interview and return to Chennai.

I received a phone call from my friend yesterday,  that when the young man was informed that I am alumnus of the same Business School as he was from, he was zapped and told his father that he was under the impression that I was a philosopher / retired Tambrahm school teacher! My friend in turn was zapped and wanted to know why I had not mentioned my qualifications to the young man. I simply responded that an occasion did not rise on the subject.

This led me to ask a few of my friends who are also alumni here as to whether they would have recognised me as an alumnus had they not met me under the aegis of the alumni association and without exception they responded that they would not have. When I shared what the my friend had conveyed about my being a philosopher / Tambrahm school teacher, one of them went so far as to say that it was stereotyping me!

In case you are wondering, the image of the pundit on the top is that of Chanakya.

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Gandhi And Yoga.

This is too funny not to share with my readers.

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