A micro solution to a macro problem

[JUSTIFY]This afternoon I had a dream. India was a beautiful country with vast open spaces, lot of happy, cheerful people around, it was a land of plenty and no one lacked anything. I was puzzled for a while and looked around. I could not imagine what had wrought this transformation. When I asked which government was in power, I was told there was no government. All the politicians with their croneys and diamond diggers had taken off in a rocket to a planet made of diamonds. Wow, where did the fuel for the rocket come from? Oh, that was not very hard to organize. The guys had agreed to take a one way journey, since they believed that the planet was specially created for them and they were happy enough to live there for eternity. So the fuel required was only half of that needed for a round trip. Then French scientists decided it was time to help a poor, third world country out and help them become rich and happy. So they found some bugs that would degrade urine into a fuel that could be used to fuel rockets. (Times of India, Bangalore, October 3, 2011, page 15).

Now there was no shortage of raw material in India. It was available on every street, every wall, the "Sulabh" toilets all over the country were virtual never ending stores of the required stuff. And what were the one billion plus population there for, if they would not help out? So it was that the helpful, "adjusting", "anna daata sukhi bhava"-minded Indians came together painted the country "red", thus providing raw material for a lot of fuel to send their "anna daatas and maay-baaps" on a diamond hunting spree to the other planet. And once they had gone, all that was there was left to the remaining Indians. So garibi was hataoed at no extra cost.

Remember this was a dream I had in the afternoon (a dayhorse as opposed to a nightmare) and so according to Murphy's law, anything that can go wrong will go wrong. So I had to wake up and find that "mera sundar sapna beet gaya" (my beautiful dream came to an end) and reality slapped me hard in the face. Further research into the matter on the net informed me that

So folks, there is still hope. Drink a lot of water. Send all the waste material to the labs abroad and let them figure it out. If we can have a wonderful, utopian country here, why would we want to migrate to foreign countries in search of a better life? They too can live in peace without fear of losing their jobs to outsourcing and guest workers. Besides we would also be helping them with fuel to send off their own diamond diggers to other dimensions. A perfect example of a quid pro quo, what?[/JUSTIFY]

 

Kamalji, I loved the pun on the word "pee" which could be used first in Hindi to produce the English effect. Beer pee, paani pee aur phir pee, pee - send the muck into space aur khushi khushi dharti pe jee (live happily on earth). :rotfl Looks the song writer had powers of clairvoyance and saw this situation arising - maybe that is why he wrote this song in advance, before people had any idea what he was talking of.

Kamalji, you are indeed very patriotic and seem to want to do our country immense good. Thanks for your efforts and let us hope this plan succeeds soon. :-D

 

Marulamuniya, the only way to ensure that the scientists get off their backsides and start giving us the desired results at the earliest would be to flood them with the basic materials they need to get started, so they cannot complain of shortage of funds, time taken in receiving the raw materials, chemicals etc.

And then we can sing "Mera sundar sapna jeet gaya". What say? :biglaugh