what..why..whatever..

what

In the movie 'Guru', there is this scene wherein Guru goes in a chopper to meet a minister and he has an appointment for just 15 mins. Guru wants approval to setup his petrochemical factory and the minister is not willing to approve. Guru meets the minister and tells him that he has something that belonged to the minister's forefathers. It is something that, once revealed, would shake the entire nation. He wants to know what he should do with it and asks for the minsiter's help in relieving that huge burden off his shoulders.

Well... It is obviously blackmailing, but what is that about? Is it actually some big secret? Or is is just some metaphorical statement to drive home the message that the minister is not unsoiled himself?

why

Why is it that the idiots drive so slowly on the road, especially when starting after a signal-stop, as if they want to spend as much time on the road as possible and probably dont have any intention to reach their destination? May be it is the dread about their managers/wifes waiting to greet them at their offices/homes respectively!

However wide the road is, when the road is relatively empty, the vehicles - especially these bikes and autos which do not require so much space - occupy the middle of the road such that it blocks the way for a faster 4-wheeler. Why the hell?


whatever

I was at this restaurant to have my lunch today and they do have a great continental buffet. But the space is quite limited and they have only one counter. So, obviously, it is pretty crowded and today was even worse. Some 45 guys from a company turned up and there was a long queue to pick up and load their plates. We were all politely standing there in the queue when these two foreigners came in and directly walked up to the counter to pick up their grub.

I look around and nobody is even bothered to stare at them, forget uttering a word in protest. These two (un)gentlemen picked up their choicest stuff and went back to their tables with absolutely no second thoughts. It was as if they owned the place and standing in the queue was just for us lesser mortals.

Whatever you call it... racism, colonial subserviance.... we are equal partners in propagating it by just turning a blind eye....

Again while we were in the queue, one guy wanted to go across. so, he just motioned to the guy in front of me. This guy almost fell on me in leaning backward and trying to make way for him. Couldnt he just move aside??

ruefully,
Bhaskar