India rescues the world..
This is a disclaimer for those who have come across this pot for the purposes of judging my writing abilities for a possible job position in their right honorable enterprise: I can Write Better!!! This is not the kind of stuff i usually write! Don't judge me by this post. Well, you can. who's stopping you.
This is a idea that most normal guys do get in their heads at least once a day, and then turn around and tell their next cubicle buddy about it (when i say cubicle i dont mean the one in the office). It takes some one totally depressedly insane like me to actually put it on a blog.
Here goes my insane idea of the week:
My friend G, a very amiable fellow, good to drink with, good person to have wordly downlifting discussions on the female sex, and other less painful topics in general and corporal, he with his very..lets say..interesting hindi accent that clearly show which side of walayar checkpost he is from. To add to his qualifications, back in our college days, he was the only one with the car. A premier padmini no less. badey baap ka bada aulad... ya he was big, six feet almost.
Now he is five six. The sun will do that to you.
So Mr.Local Genius that he is, he came up with an original and a brilliant idea for the resolution of the current energy crisis and the global warming thingy thats going around..come on people, if you were really concerned abt global charming why don't you keep your fridge open all day ? or even better buy some ice lollies and point them towards the ozone layer, wherever that is. Ramya pointed out with her manicured fingernail that Ozone is on residency road, i said, " not the discotheque my little one, i meant the atmospheric layer"... aint that cute.
The conversation between me and G had begun from the discernable attributes of our friend's recent sister in law, to the role that luck and kismat and bhagyam play in us getting hitched up with a member of the opp sex ('opp' has to be mentioned, u never know nowadays) and it meandered on to how our 'moothram' can be put to good use for the benefit of the nation. I can see some of you going 'yeuww'..what the heck. In the larger benefit of the nation, i don't care.
After all much of it goes wasted, trickling down the gutters and the drains, down the shakeela postered walls and uncomplaining leaves of plants behind the bar...why not put this uncared for body product to some good use? After all what will be this great land without this country of ours and without country men like us? After all (one more time) if we can't join the armed forces or a decent outbound call centre, let us at least serve our country this way. After all (last time promise) hamara future hamare hi haath mein hai... .
So what me and my buddy G decided was that we should install a mini turbine in our loo or in each sulabh or wherever is that we do our business in the approved manner, and this turbine should be plugged into the appropriate mechanism in such a way that every trickle session generates enough electric power to justify it's human owner's existence on this land. The power generated thus from mini turbines from all domestic loos and sulabhs from each suburb could be collated and fed into the local sub-station where the usual mechanistics will take over the process . Thus do we do our bit for the nation's power deficit.
My eyes brimmeth over with fake tears..sniff..
All considered, i must say this for all those guys who think nothing before irrigating the walls adorned with pyaasi jawani posters, this should be a zip-opener for you,..eye opener too, if you so insist. Imagine if we had implemented this long back, our country could have been the the world leader in outsourcing electric bijli. Power from India, by Indians, in the literal sense.
How about some bisleri for Ms.Pyaasi Jawani ?
This is a idea that most normal guys do get in their heads at least once a day, and then turn around and tell their next cubicle buddy about it (when i say cubicle i dont mean the one in the office). It takes some one totally depressedly insane like me to actually put it on a blog.
Here goes my insane idea of the week:
My friend G, a very amiable fellow, good to drink with, good person to have wordly downlifting discussions on the female sex, and other less painful topics in general and corporal, he with his very..lets say..interesting hindi accent that clearly show which side of walayar checkpost he is from. To add to his qualifications, back in our college days, he was the only one with the car. A premier padmini no less. badey baap ka bada aulad... ya he was big, six feet almost.
Now he is five six. The sun will do that to you.
So Mr.Local Genius that he is, he came up with an original and a brilliant idea for the resolution of the current energy crisis and the global warming thingy thats going around..come on people, if you were really concerned abt global charming why don't you keep your fridge open all day ? or even better buy some ice lollies and point them towards the ozone layer, wherever that is. Ramya pointed out with her manicured fingernail that Ozone is on residency road, i said, " not the discotheque my little one, i meant the atmospheric layer"... aint that cute.
The conversation between me and G had begun from the discernable attributes of our friend's recent sister in law, to the role that luck and kismat and bhagyam play in us getting hitched up with a member of the opp sex ('opp' has to be mentioned, u never know nowadays) and it meandered on to how our 'moothram' can be put to good use for the benefit of the nation. I can see some of you going 'yeuww'..what the heck. In the larger benefit of the nation, i don't care.
After all much of it goes wasted, trickling down the gutters and the drains, down the shakeela postered walls and uncomplaining leaves of plants behind the bar...why not put this uncared for body product to some good use? After all what will be this great land without this country of ours and without country men like us? After all (one more time) if we can't join the armed forces or a decent outbound call centre, let us at least serve our country this way. After all (last time promise) hamara future hamare hi haath mein hai... .
So what me and my buddy G decided was that we should install a mini turbine in our loo or in each sulabh or wherever is that we do our business in the approved manner, and this turbine should be plugged into the appropriate mechanism in such a way that every trickle session generates enough electric power to justify it's human owner's existence on this land. The power generated thus from mini turbines from all domestic loos and sulabhs from each suburb could be collated and fed into the local sub-station where the usual mechanistics will take over the process . Thus do we do our bit for the nation's power deficit.
My eyes brimmeth over with fake tears..sniff..
All considered, i must say this for all those guys who think nothing before irrigating the walls adorned with pyaasi jawani posters, this should be a zip-opener for you,..eye opener too, if you so insist. Imagine if we had implemented this long back, our country could have been the the world leader in outsourcing electric bijli. Power from India, by Indians, in the literal sense.
How about some bisleri for Ms.Pyaasi Jawani ?
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