Friday, 30 May 2014

Productivity in slavery

Another day comes to an end and questions have been asked about it. Questions of such philosophical gravity that'd make the chicken questions sound superficial. Like how is it that there are people working for 10,000 rupees, like a slave with a headphone attached to their head and no breaks of any timeframe in the immediate chronological vicinity. Well, it's a BPO, people are slaves there mate, came an unfazed answer from the exact entity whose earlier observations where the progenitor for these supreme questions of primary importance.

Aaaah chuck the grandiose literary crap. This guy comes over and says, "God I wish I could quit this stupid job, I am getting paid Rs. 1,20,000 (this in most foreign currency, is such a pathetic sum, and that which would make the heavily web-parodied college dropout/failures working at McDonalds appear to have career) a year and they don't even allow my phone inside the office". I could sympathise. I tried to sympathise. And like any other social human being with the best of intentions, I told the next person I saw about it. Through the conversation that followed I take credit in observing an analogy comparing the working of a BPO to herding cattle. Cattle eats, excretes and lives in general without any particular understanding or constructing perspectives of any manner, and these jobs draw a parallel in terms of the way the conditions in which their productivity is defined. The key difference being the former whines a lot. Forgive me if you think I sound unkind, but it's meant to be an objective observation. The remuneration they are provided from these companies border on just being able to cover food money and in a metropolitan perspective, it would mean, cheap-as-food-poison food.

Tracing it in a very uninformed and technically unsound observation, the thought train took a time machine to the time period when some guys from the west decided it would be a good idea to come colonise India and make blue paint and a quick buck. No matter how much I hate being whiny about such stuff (boo hoo they came like four centuries ago and made my country a slave market place and such), this is the only possible conclusion I could arrive at. An inherent desire to please, maybe? How 'smart' do you think it is to answer calls for another big corporate who's raking in millions and as a consequence earn like a minuscule fraction of it, working like a slave? Forget the amount of money, how about satisfaction?

From another perspective, India is fairly wealthy in man power, so if most of these man power is not ideologically or intuitively endowed to found an 'Apple', 'Facebook' or a 'Google' ( I shudder to draw such examples rather than something more substantial in a scientific perspective, but sadly these are indeed the most valued assets in the entire brightly blue world), how about loving the land and taking up agriculture as a unifying cause. It could maybe feed the world? The corporates being able to feed a section of the society with money, this could maybe feed literally, with actual touchable and eatable food.

Just a thought (or enough of it to fill a blog post with). 

Thursday, 29 May 2014

Interrogative pronouns

'Why' is a cheap luxury!

"Here I put something said by somebody really old, in some essay that is also really old, and that makes me educated and wise." 

                                                       - High School Examination style


Inquisitiveness never killed, stories about a cat being killed because he was curious can be restricted to such classifications of cats that are, in my opinion, asinine and not worth giving diddly a squat about (because it died, didn't it? And that too pretty stupidly). Maybe it never knew what the tires on a truck would do to it if it had an encounter on an open road, but it ought to have known that something that fast hitting it, won't lead to an amusing scenario from its perspective. But 'what' is a different situation altogether, certain situations would demand that the person saying 'what' incessantly and with escalating amount of emphasis, be shot through the knees, after you take a bite off their burger and a sip off their cola and to what effect is just plain relief. 'What' is annoying unless used in the right context. How, who and where are other cousins and all of them are called interrogative pronouns. They all beg to be used and re-used, with all their conciseness and brevity, and yet the 'users' would prefer to counter something that did not click in their head with something that had clicked earlier but never actually made sense to anyone except themselves. Well not really made sense, but that which gave off an initial aura of sense-making which would probably vanish as soon as they express it themselves.

Life is like a twitter profile, it is a series of microblogs that are supremely anecdotal. Then a series of discourses start with more anecdotal content, agreements and disagreements, but that is good, that is how it is supposed to happen. It is just a dialogue played out in action. Whatever's been done and is going to be done as a consequence will play out like a conversation. Intense and mutating these actual conversations play out and decrees other mutations in causality. Where is the conciseness and the brevity now? It's lost in translation. It's lost when an action with no sudden apparent consequence produces millions of such actions, thus acting as an inception for a series of events. From cause to effect. Lost in between. What is the entirety of such a discourse? It does not demand or conceive an idea for an end, it's ever mutating and ever functioning. It's just a game of cause and effect.

Life is a question with multitudes of subjective answers that are all lost in translation.  

Monday, 19 May 2014

You said you never loved

Say you never loved

Look into her eyes and see her emotion
Wavering thoughts beneath all her sentiments
Swaying in the lights with all of her discomfort
Take her by the hand and promise to keep her from falling...
And you...

Say you never loved

Watching the flames dance in her eyes
Reflected by those hazel circles I never had a chance
As the beautiful warmth in the night
And embrace all of our emotions
And you...

Say you never love...

Separated by the scent of a love
forgotten by the space and time that we stole
And slowly as we edge right into the fall
formulated by the warmth that we lost
and you..

Say you never loved...

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