The Poor, The Black and The Dead.

It official, India has more billionaires than the U.K.We also have more poor than the whole of Europe put together.There are different versions to the story, the World Bank says that about 35 % of Indians live under the poverty line, economists like Surjit Bhalla say that the poor hardly constitute 13 %.I'd like to invite opinion on that, what do you think defines as "being poor".My cousin thinks anyone who doesn't have a cell phone is poor, she's 5 and has recently got one.
This is in response to a colleague, who remarked that Black isn't a colour, its simply nothing.
Shes partially right, Black isn't just a colour.Its a philosophy, a way of life.Close your eyes and what colour do you see, Black.Its the colour of your inner self, your thoughts reflected upon you.Black is the prevailing background for the movie of thoughts playing in your mind.
Black is a colour of acceptance, it accepts all the other colours and still doesn't lose its shade.The night sky is black, its a reflection of our world.Its Black.
Black signifies change, theres a reason you move from darkness to light.To move towards light you need darkness in the first place.Black gives infinity hope about its existence.
Terry Schiavo died a few hours back, biologically dead.They took off the tube and because she couldn't eat on her own, she died.She didn't do a lot when she was "alive", barely nudging survival.Can you call Michael Schiavo’s decision to remove Terri’s feeding tube "murder"?, Yes. It seems selfish to hook her up to a machine in the faint hope that she’ll return to form.This guy has endured fifteen years of endless headaches and lawsuits. That’s love. True, he moved on and started another family. But he also turned down a million-dollar offer to walk away and wash his hands of this. It’s hard to imagine him doing that unless he truly believes this is what Terri would have wanted.
On the other hand, is this what she wanted? Michael Schiavo says yes; Terri’s parents say no. I’m cannot question her husband’s motives, but I understand why her parents are. After all, his decision to remove her feeding tube is based on something she told him over a decade ago. No one will ever be able to prove it.He could've walked away and left her with people ready to feed her, but he did not.He believed that this was what she wanted.I'm not taking sides.

Process Control 

Immortality

Guys love football and girls can't figure out whats so funny about 22 people trying to put one ball on either sides of a 150 mt field.
I've liked football for a long time now, like most other things, i'm fiercely loyal to my team.Football is a religion in itself, it incapsulates the team you support, the players who after putting week in - week out of effort become gods, immortality is fundamentally meant to be out of reach of mortals.
Football is about a belief, Football doesn't betray you, Football doesn't remind you that you black or white,ugly or beautiful or how much you hate your job.Football doesn't stop when it rains, or snows.You don't need a degree to watch football, nor do you need to wear a tuxedo to enjoy a game.Football does't ignore you, doesn't cheat on you, doesn't crib, nag or make you eat methi.Its always there.
Guys need that kinda stability, something that'll make the mediocrity in their lives dissappear.It can come back on Monday.
I was one of the billions of Indians happy about NM being denied a diplomatic visa.Infact if i could, i would stop air from reaching his lungs, water from reaching this throat and light from reaching his eyes but i'd want him to stay alive.Theres more misery and pain a moment of life, than in the eternity of death.
Yes, its incorrect to deny a democratically elected head of state to be denied a diplomatic visa.But 'incorrect' here adheres to a definition that is manmade.Like everything that is manmade it will be obsolete one day.When someone point out that you have done something wrong, remember what you did might make you immortal one day.You don't have to be right all the time to be happy, being wrong gives you the same feeling.
Wanted to share this.
When they were already quite old, Salvador dali and his wife Gala had a pet rabbit, who lived with them, who lived with them, followed them around everywhere, and of whem they were very find.Once, they were about to embark on a long trip and they debated long into the night what to do with the rabbit.It would have been difficult to take him along and equally difficult to entrust him to somebody else, because the rabbit was uneasy with strangers.The next day Gala prepared lunch and Dali enjoyed the excellent food until he realized he was eating rabbit meat.He got up from the table and ran to the bathroom, where he vomited up his beloved pet, the faithful friend of his waning days.Gala on the other hand, was happy that the one she loved had passed into her guts, caressing them and becoming the body of his mistress.For her there existed no more perfect fulfillment of love than eating the beloved.Compared to this merging of bodies seemed to her no more than ludicrous tickling.