salam e SLUM

As I was saying (what somebody else also said..) we are orgiastically drawn to pain and poverty. "Slumdog Millionnaire" gets the movie noble. To give you the idea of the status of a slum lets look at the nominees this year.
Vicky Cristina Barcelona. ..: show cases Phenolope trademarked boobs and Woody Allen's thoughtlessness. Ben Buttons features Brad to deliver it from the Pitt of anonymity...and the Oscars proudly announces the Slum as the Indian celebrity of the year...
Look Mummy they have finally realized that we are shining!!!

Deflating inflation

Globalization reminds me of our the dorm life at IIT Kanpur. One guy in block A catches chicken pox and every other guy till block H follows suit. But disparity starts a bit later down the line when you realize that while pox and measels are for free public distribution, the box of tempting dark Swiss chocolate is a strictly personal asset and cannot be shared without the owner's prior consent. Similarly our Uncle Sam in star and stripes catches the inflation measles and its out to the world for free distribution, but big daddy has oil too, pools of it, but that's out of bounds for you sweet hearts.This unique blend of socialism and imperialism is the secret of a successful GLOBAL inflation.
As usual inflation in US is making new headlines on BBC: "Forehead scratching among American public shoots a record high due to inflation." I mean how could you overlook such an issue..after all the British has always been faithful allies of the US, with an obsequiously higher stress on being "faithful" than on "allies".
The news is grim worldwide and incidents of job-cuts is creating quite a stir..and curiously more so among the unemployed. The super salvager MBA is not doing very well either. When there is hardy any news to make..make a life out of breaking the news. We have a fetish for bad news...we like to live in the constant thrill of an impending terror. Just look at the popularity of horror movies and psycho flicks...The inflation brings with it a treasure trove of bad news to keep your mornings exciting for days to come....a nice time for my journalist friends who report the truth....nothing but the truth..howsoever disturbing it is..(and preferably so).

I first

The purpose of this blog is to supply free plagiarism material to the aspiring writers, original thinkers and certainly Bollywood directors. Plagiarism is not an offense, it is in fact flattering to find you thinking on my lines. Its been the pursuit of every wise guy to be followed, and the realization that you are driven to do so out of inspiration rather than imposition, is a sufficient turn on. This enriched soul generates thoughts like the morning pee..you can take the credit for today's...I never knew it was credit-worthy.
As you can realize the content of this blog shall remain largely acerbic and arrogant. I hate samosa English that the smart Indian lady in designer shades speaks: "these chappals are nice..na.." sort of. I am a Bengali and proudly communicate in my mother tongue as much as possible. I DONT speak Hindi..its simply got no noble prize. I speak in English only to the "made in the West" group of population and not certainly to the "to be exported West" group of people. But I like this language somehow.
I am a chemist at Pittsburgh, with the test tubes demandig more commitment than any girlfriend, I am left with scanty opportunity to create...the most that I can do is criticise.