fruitsofindia.com

It starts tomorrow.
last all week, we have been thinking and talking about it.
We have been waiting for approval and gut feels from friends, family and industry.
Officially, now, we can post our plans and get a final approval from you.

It will be a new company.
As the name says, it will all about fruits of India,
Mango, litchi, bananas, pineapple, guava, strawberries, grapes etc.
The portal will have information on all the aspects of the above.
availability, geographical mapping, technical data, land and farmers growing the same, varieties, seasons etc.
It will be B2B portal, initially, with time it would also become a consumer portal.
it will have a database of traders, processors, brands, retailers, and anyone associated with the trade.
not for free, obviously.
A farmer, will have access to all who are in need of the fruit. Vice-versa.
all the stake holders will be provided on choice services like, logistical support, certification, lab reports, weather reports, geographical mapping, financial services, products and more.

Besides all the humility, It is a revolution of sorts.
This is something, that even the biggest corporates and govts. have not envisioned.
It is a herculean task, and only one pure intention can achieve it...profits.

in fact, on second thoughts..two..a humble house in central London.

We are at War

We don't even know about it,
ours borders have been breached, the enemy forces are flooding our lands, killing thousands and destroying property.
is that not what a war does?
and that is exactly what is happening at the Nepal border,
this flood is not a natural calamity, it is indeed man made,
not doing enough is as bad as doing it wrong.

India shares its borders with Nepal and the Bheemnagar Barrage is the Border,
possibly the ownership is dual, and thus no ones.

No harnessing of resources, neither repairing the embankments.

Rest of India sleeps, kosi water will not reach Delhi or anywhere beyond the south of ganga.

But something will reach,
poverty, delusion, hunger and depravity.
they will come in hordes, to your cities, Madam Dixit and Mr. Thackeray,
for the war that you do not recognise as yours,
like in Kashmir for which they bomb, Jaipur and Mumbai,
you pay heavy taxes to keep Kashmir going,
you are also paying for the calamity, but you will not act.
the immigrants will spread all over, get their voter cards and put you in minority.

we are at War,
open your eyes,
question your government,
do something, before all you will have is regret.

Drambuie and Guilt

I sip my Drambuie's and Black label's.
Read about the havoc that Kosi is creating,
bigger havoc's that the touts of democracy are forging.
millions stranded and starving and thousands dying.

What else could I do other than enjoy my drink?
there is an immense feeling of guilt here,
but denying myself a drink wont help.


A city person would feel, if floods are an usual problem, why cant the people living there, simply get out of there.
Well, because a bird in hand is better than two in the bush.
subsistence, property and identity are just one thing.
without their land, they would all be lesser country men.
State is not to be trusted, and yes, over last sixty years, the organised nexus of the state has made a huge dent in cooperation level of the inhabitants.
they all look up to the government to do something about it.
disbelieving, their own hands and creativity.
and even if state did get effective in controlling floods or any other catastrophe, they would not hesitate in selling their property to the TAT A's of this world, like in singur.

To tackle a catastrophe, one needs a huge machinery and funds.
I did not wish to become an electoral politician, living of others money.
there were other ways of combating the state, and emancipating human souls.

Free enterprise.

when we made a conscious decision to get back to Bihar 7 years back,
there were issues on my mind,
which i thought i would be able to help resolve,
personal, family and for a society at large.

I had my own processes to find the problem first and then contribute to the solving of the same.
Farm and land being the center of the universe here, we called our venture "farm solutions".
it had to be a profit making venture, and not an NGO.
without getting into the principals of liberal doings.
This is how close, we have got to, solving the problem.

Men and women own land, they grow produce and sell it for other material gains.
it is human endeavour to keep getting better.
but how does one know?
is there is no information?
or misinformation by vested interests, Naxals or the state.

bring in technology and enterprise, and the human efforts will soar.

so now we have "Fruits of India" and information gate way for farms and farmers.
so that they could produce the best, have the information on their fingertips.
minus the state, find ways of mutual cooperation.
Make the state accountable for every penny they tax.

Its a long way ahead, but nothing better than knowledge.

till then cheers!

Ratman Returns

I had to pay for my Chivas.
By being a Rat Buster at Mr. Hmms house.
Being tormented by the rodent, for over a few a days, guess, he had the game prepared for me, sticks, batons and slippers in hand, with occasional sips of the American potent, we cornered the guy ( we found his penis) after much sweat and toil, battle lines carefully drawn at the tick of the midnight. Lord Gaanesha's Vehicle was run down, packed in a poly bag and into the dustbin.

Mr. Hmmm must have thought that, that the Man from Bihar, is a proven rodent Buster as BBC did a story on a Rat eating community in Bihar, and thus that label by default applies to all of Bihari's.
I at least proved a point till catching it, serving it on a platter, was surely not expected.

Batman- just got better-the dark knight-must see movie -underlying story-
"You know the thing about chaos? It's fair."
-"believe…whatever doesn't kill you simply makes you…stranger."
-"When the chips are down, these, uh…civilized people, they'll eat each other.
-"The night is darkest just before the dawn. And I promise you…the dawn is coming."

Enjoy..till I savour my Chivas.

I told You So

PPPHHUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAPH
Did you hear the conch?
Shankh Naad?

Bihar CM says “this is parlay (end of the world)”
Nothing like this has ever been seen before.
Every one wants to go meet the PM,
He must be a really good swimmer, to save millions from drowning, guess they saw him sailing thru just some time back.
Hey get Mulayam and Amar, they serve as good rafts.

Laloo ji boley,
Array, if it won’t flood now, when it will flood,
Anyway, this is Ganga water, it will purify everyone.

Media has finally woken up,
International agencies will get to use their funds now.
Blow your guts out.

I am blowing mine.
I told you so.

Bachnaa Aye Hasino

Not so Bad...the best looking face in the movie was, Ranbir Kapoor's. Bips was fit and hot, dips was girl next door and minisha whoever was just out of the air-hostess academy.
The movie does break some molds.
One does not have to get married to be in love, infact -mairrage only screws up things, as far as love is concerned. It might be a solution to other commitments in life.

But Love is Love...
its different..like the sauces we make..
like a sleepy blue ocean,
like a storm in a dessert,
like a mountain in spring time,
like a night in a forest.

its all about giving, your self,
mairrage on the contrary is about ownerships,
atleast percieved to be, just the opposite of love.

But is it ok to have a life without Romance,
lack of it makes life so mundane and miserable,
lacking human essence, smile, will to go an extra mile,
a little deffect or rather a deviance in the mind is essential,
to make you a man from a monkey.

Home Ward Bound

I am standing at the railway station, waiting for my destination…
Home ward bound…yes I am…home ward bound.

I am at the Hashimara Railway station,
A small Kasbah, a military base, around 15 kms from the Bhutan border.
Sprawling tea gardens all around, mountains in the backdrop.
Close by there is Jaldapara wildlife sanctuary, famous for Rhino’s.
Though quite amusing, but the Toorsa’s subsidiary river beds are completely dry.
I think they are storing all the water for the new hydel project at Bhutan.
It’s a nice place.

It has been quite a day, yesterday.
After spending last day at the mercy of Indian Railways and Commmies of India,
I had to spend the night at NJP, all night being pestered with “sir ladki chahiya kya”
I took a bus to Jaigaon, border town to Bhutan.

Initially I wanted to take a cab, but it was costing me a fortune, knowing it would be wasted trip in business terms, I avoided it.
The best part was the bus trip.
Small bus, 40 seater, out of which 32 were lady passengers.
11 Bhutanese, modern in dress sense to the core,
6 Indian hard working Bengali women,
Rest family types.
I took the last middle seat, as my knees were rubbing on the front seat of all other seats.
2 Bhutanese on the left and 2 on the right, four on the seats right ahead of me,
The Bengali women ahead, with sacks full of probably beetle nut, lay on the floor.

Eastern Indian Societies are women centric,
Kali worshippers, as Churchill said,
Dusky Indian women with firm heaving breast and lashing tongue,
But unlike thagi, here was pure business and human effort at par.

Like in Bengal, in Bhutan too women do all the work and men just drink or disrupt work.
Bhutanese though do have hangover of ethnicity, but in attire they would shame a similar Indian.
Wearing, light low jeans and t-shirt,
Usually commercial and ethnic proximity to china has molded them.

They are pretty, and all assets are firm, unlike their Indian counterparts,
Holter bras and Hilfiger jeans, digging into their torsos,
English is bad, but can speak Hindi, Bengali and Nepalese,
Chinese i-pods and gum chewing women, who don’t care if you are leching at their curves,.

Indians are sweating their guts off, pulling on the sacks and still managing to save their cleavages from prying eyes.
32 women, probable odds that more than one of them is having periods,
Smell mixed with that of sweat is a turnoff.

My ass is grass, sitting on the near rock surface for 5 hours.
Only solace was a continuous squeeze between two separate thighs, and some occasional brush of breast and bare arms on my shoulders.
I am a dog.

About Work.

I had somehow known about it,
But did not have much of a choice,
I had to make this trip,
This state of the art Factory was closed,
Directors were sitting in Thimphu,
Their spare parts from Sweden were awaited, and due to massive land slide, the roads were closed.
So this relay race one leg gets over here, and I have to come back next month.

One thing that will change me from yesterday’s experience will be my planning of life.

I checked into a hotel, usually they do not ask for the deposit from me, as they all know me. This time there was a new staff, and so he asked for it. I checked into my wallet and handed over some cash, It was a little short, so I walked to to the nearby ATM, to withdraw cash.
To my astonishment, I was not carrying any card or extra cash,
I just could not help laughing on myself,
There was absolutely no chance that I could get any help here.

Nearest help was in NJP, 5 hrs away,
I called up my supplier, who managed to find someone who would send me some cash.
Later at the hotel, the guys were really helpful as they heard my conversation over the phone.
They discounted the room rent by 40% and returned the money.
Took me on a motor bike to get to my source for money.

Initially I thought it would be a wasted trip, if I was unable to go to Chimee Wangmo’s Bar,
But then I did,
And the evening was good,
She recognizes me after all these days,
Knows what I drink and changed the music for me,
Highland whiskey and pork fry.
Listening to Bryan Adams and Eagles.
Come democracy and booze is expensive, roads are bad, and official certificates on the wall.
Indian border town does not serve alcohol and Bhutan does not serve chicken, bird flu is not over as yet.

All’s well that ends well.
Now I am Home ward bound.

Blow your Conch

“Bheem Barrage Toot Gaya”

Its like the conch shell bugle for the beginning of Mahabharata, all the great warriors had one.
This one is for the beginning of floods in Bihar.
Nepal has opened the gates of all its barrages, water flowing from the great Himalayas, after satisfying the needs of Prachanda’s democracy, will come swiftly thru whole of north Bihar and would make haste approach to the Bay of Bengal.
Taking away enroute thousands of human lives and another couple of thousand lives of cattle’s, millions worth of human efforts will be washed away, like their sins, from a holy dip in the Ganga.
All water will assemble at the Farakka, waiting for government’s bureaucratic machinery to start taking permission from the Bangladesh government to release water. Till then North of Bihar will face a deluge. For next three months that will be.

As I travel from Katihar to Khagaria,
The sight out of the train window is beautiful.

Water spread over all of paddy greens,
Crimson sun setting at the horizon,
Its ambience reflecting on the waters,
Spread over all what your eyes can see,
Clouds in the pure blue sky, streaked in red,
As if an Indian beau spreading her red chiffon over the sky,
In the clouds, thru you can see her curves.

Wish you were here….

On ground what you can see is cattle and humans herding together on the bunds and raised ground.
Cattle will shortly loose fodder and will have to reach along with the waters at the doorsteps of Bangladesh for slaughter.
All railway platforms will be home to a few millions for next few months.

Nitish Kumar will shout, like all other soon,
“We need funds – this is a national calamity, like never before”
Few days back he had said, “We are prepared for floods”
Yep, damn right, I have cleared my cupboards, to stack all the moolah.
Here it is Mr. Kumar.
Blow your conch. (Watch out, it might give you hernia)

Platform

Travel teaches tolerance.
An Indian railway teaches intolerance, perpetuates depression and invigorates frustration.

On way to the Himalayan Kingdom, I am stranded at Katihar station, for 6 hours now and will be perhaps another 6 hours before this iron horse budges.
Bengal is on strike and all trains enroute are stranded.

No train official in site, toilets are in bad shape, coaches are cockroach infested, vendors, beggars, rag pickers, pickpockets and snatchers congested.

Berths have become smaller.
But the railway’s Balance sheet is getting bigger.
Laloo knows what media buys and their intellectual bankcruptcy
He is making most of the India shining,
People ignore what they see with their naked eye.
They believe in what media has to show.
In what the politicians propose.

There has been so much of noise about the Indian railways doing great.
Just travel once to anywhere and you will know the truth.
But then you might be a super optimistic or a blind to say that, this is just one situation, others might be fine.
Balance sheets are fudged, and more over governments figures.
Anyway a socialist government is not supposed to make a profit that is what they say in their manifestos.

No competition. Will obviously lead to people being satisfied with what they get. Railways know it well.
People who make news or effect policies either do not travel by train or get a first class treatment in the trains.

For the rest of us, we just wait at the Platform.

Men Are Dogs

Yep. I agree, to the core.

Dear lady, there is just one way out, if you have to live with them.
Either be Masters or become Bitches.

Taking last evening’s conversation ahead…

Men are dogs, some less some more.
But then concentrate on the solution and not the problem.
What are you going to do about it?

Like most women, are you going to snoop, nag, avoid his and yours socializing, restrict his movements, call him umpteen times while he is away, smell his collars, check his phone, wallet, PC.
Make your mind a dustbin and your life garbage!

Here is a suggestion, from a first hand experience holder.
And, most of all a Dog.

If you have the ability and your man is a little less man or dog, become a master.
Make him do tricks, like buying jewelry, expensive clothes, holidays, parties etc.
And then reward him, with bones, flesh or even a cuddle in the neck is good enough for him to keep his tail wagging.

Or if your man is a little more dog, then become a bitch.

Get other dogs to wag their tales for you, socialize, get friends- male, on social networks, over phone, parties, and colleagues, travel whatever.
As long as you will have men other than your man, in your life trust me your man’s libido will stay high with you.
You have to be difficult to get, not impossible for him.
Jealousy and keeping him on his toes, always works.
Dogs want to work their way up; they want to prove themselves for every possession they hold.

With time, wives tend to get, taken for granted.
And no competition leads to no challenge, hence he wants to prove himself else where.

There is one glitch, men often turn violent in these situations, how you handle that depended entirely on your ability of carrots and stick.

Value your freedom, space, career and ambitions....and slowly, not immediately..he will thank you for this.



There is absolutely no harm in some flirtations elsewhere, as long as it is mutual and within emotional limitaions.
Effectively all men are dogs, so if you think grass is greener on the other side, you will prove yourself wrong.
To keep one at home stay put, and ready all nights, you would need a threat perception for him elsewhere, not one but a fewMany. This is also good for your confidence.

World and social behaviors change constantly, but the basic instincts remain there for a long time. Rather than blaming him for his genetic behavior.

Women should look for their own.
Striving for the best seed for themselves, constantly.

Now, that does not mean, one goes bed hopping with every hunk.
Not that every Man gets what he wishes.

Get your self a life and some dogs.

Not Now

If anything can go wrong, it will.

Well I am in the middle of a crisis, completely uncalled for.
My mind must have been out somewhere else, on the 6th day of the cycle, as per my calculations it was a safe day.
Well my partner thinks I f&@#ed up, literally.

Now dear reader, please enlighten me how exactly does one calculate the safe days.
This is what I know.

14 days from the day of the beginning of the cycle, ova is produced. Plus minus 24 hours.
Male sperm has a life of 48 hrs, I will add another 24 to be on the safer side.
So 14-3=11, logically that should be the max. limit of safe days.
This was only the 6th day, and even if did stay for another 96 hrs. Or 4 days, I would still reach only the 10th day.
Am I safe?

I wished a friend happy Rakhi today,
His laughter in response was heartfelt.
He is in the middle of a Ekta kapoor’s soap like situation at his place.
He thought I was rubbing on his wounds, and considered it a good sense of humor.
What has the world come to?
Only Rakhi worth talking about has a surname Sawant,
Anyway, only those strings are visible in her attire,
She is not fake, or is she?

Dont feel like it.

I don’t feel like writing.

About, one in a billion Indian capable of human excellence.
It is ironically the same probability as one sperm cell in a billion capable of fertility.
Point is we are still not impotent.
Abhinav Bindra has proven that point.

Olympics were about human excellence within the realms of societal norms.
It was never about countries.
India anyway is not a country. Some say it’s a continent, I say it is a rather large village.

Indians are either above human Endeavour’s or haven’t reached the ladder of evolution as yet.
Performance at Olympics should not be taken too seriously.

I also do not feel like writing about India’s 61st birthday.
Mr. Singh, sucking up to the Madam from the ramparts of the Red Fort.
Shame on you and us is including me, for keeping you there.

Not even about Georgia, braving the Russians.

Even more I do not feel like writing about me,
As I am stuck in a giant swirl,
I can feel being slowly making rounds around the whole, going an inch lower after every round.

It is one of these moments when everything seems going wrong.
I am dying to see a different me tomorrow morning.
I am trying to escape this situation in my mind, knowing that in the morning I again to start fighting the same odds again.

This is a loser’s game, anyway you play it.
But then I do not feel like this or that.

All I feel like is,
Keeping my eyes closed, head resting on a soft cushion, hazy dreams, some in control and many let loose.
Face resting on a lap, hair being caressed, hands probing.
That this night would come some day and it would never have a morning.

Well at least I still feel something.

Not Enough

Some times, problems of people around you are more important than the situations you are going through. In a way, empathy is an advantage as your immediate botheration is actually fictitious as it does not really mean much to you.
But it is quite strange; there are two events that I am being bothered about these days.

First, my brothers, wound dressing. Every third day, cleaning and dressing some nine major wounds and another 8 smaller injuries. I can’t stand the site of hospital or the smell. The site of an open wound makes everything in my stomach start churning and reaches my esophagus.
I think I know the scientific reason, primarily being that the body starts to believe that it is going under the same stress as the site it is witnessing and thus tries to switch it self off, before the pain gets unbearable. It is like crying while watching a movie.

Second is a stress that a friend is going through. Her mother has been diagnosed stage IIIB of Cervical cancer. She lost her father a few years back and not all is well at other personal level. It is difficult for women, especially in India, to face such situations. This is a stage where she is cutoff from the rest of her past. As in shoulders she can call her own, related by blood will be too a few. She is now left with an uncertain today and tomorrow. People though are her own, but prejudiced in these modern times. Who are only waiting to prove a point?
It is so easy to drift away in a smoky oblivion, with such a situation. All creativity and skills will be lost. Some, including me will loose a friend and many will loose a professional help.

There are no scientific explanations for this. My mind can’t switch off itself from this deluge. Neither I am capable of doing much about it.
Some times enough is not enough.

08.08.08

For the torch they would have lit today.
There were million candles lit yesterday.
The light of the magnificent torch would be faint this time,
Reason being the tiny flame of the frail candle.
The torch would be a symbol of human efforts.
The candle, a symbol of human soul.

Achievement and empathy, both are human nature, and need not have conflict.
Tibet should be free and for Tibetans, the world says so, the human soul lit candles for it.
Olympics from time known have lived with many controversies. States have used it for what they feel is good for their country.
To prove a point, to have told the world that they have reached there.

China is selling itself aggressively, Tibet turns out to be an added sell out, of all its efforts.
Path of commerce will teach china the utility of having Tibet as an autonomous state.
His holiness would not be there to see the day, but it will happen, very soon.
The candle will surely light up many a human souls.

“And it seems to me you lived your lifelike a candle in the windnever knowing who to cling towhen the rain set in”
-Sir Elton john- for Norma jean- marlyn Monroe and Princess Diana.

Story For Your Grief

A friend is going through a bad phase.
On an earlier similar occasion, I had said “don’t worry, thank your luck, it could have been worse.” Not a very good thing to say at troubled times. But here is a story, maybe this will help.

A king like all other kings had a wise man accompanying him in all his endeavors.
Once the king lost his finger in a battle, and the wise man said “what ever happens for the best”.
The king got angry, how could loosing my finger be good.
Promptly the man was chained and sent to the prison.
Few days later the king went for a hunt, got lost and was captured by some tribal cannibals.
While they were offering him to the gods, they noticed his cut Finger and left him loose as he was physically unfit for the gods.

Happy to get his life back, he remembered the wise mans words, immediately went to him, freed him and apologized to him.

Wise man said again “what ever happens for the best”.
Yeah1 damn right, the king jubilantly said.

I go with you everywhere, all the time, if you would not have imprisoned me, even I would have got caught with you, and the tribal’s would have though left you, they would have surely sacrificed me. The wise man said.

(I know it doesn’t help much, but there is always a parallel world and a series of events that could have happened if not this, maybe, this will be some solace)

With you in your grief.

Choice Of Life

Ones own or Own ones.

The judiciary had to be used before this too becomes vestigial.
Nikita and Haresh Mehta’s used it well.
And as expected the judge equated MTP with Mercy killing.

This is a point of serious debate.

Mercy Killing is entirely a Medical Issue.
MTP however is not entirely a medical issue, Medical Science is only used for termination.

First is about the utility of law.
Does every thing under the sun have to have a law?
This might not be some trivial issue, but it is bigger than the courts to decide.
Ambit of courts can only be felt to things visible to a society. Physically.

Food unconsumed is fresh, consumed is digested and extract is excreta.
Forms change with stages and processes.
Chemical inside your mouth is Saliva and outside is Spit.

There can’t be a single law for all stages of this process.
There could be food department, health department and finally the local municipality.

Life still inside you is your life; the reason why it is inside you has been your choice. Till it is not visible physically to the society, the choice of its destiny lies with the individual solely.

Process of bringing life is copulation, the organic matter produced is semen or ova, and life’s first stage is at the synthesis. There are a million terminations every day at this stage.
Do we need a law at this stage?

The choice of terminating a life is not an easy one, especially when you are the creator.
A lot has to be left up to the individual and his Dharma to decide on this big issue. Society or its tools are incapable of knowing the intensity of the situation.

Government goes on to decide how many kids you should have, that are by itself an intervention in personal space.
Making individuals incapable of making decisions on their own.
Tools of your elected society members we see in parliament take decisions, as if they have the divine right to do so.

Show them their place.
Mr. Mehta go to the Supreme Court and then to the local quack.

Maybe Vincent

I think I know why do I write this blog?
Maybe because I cant think straight,
Maybe I am trying to give words to my thought, or maybe I am trying to limit my thoughts by giving those words.
Or maybe coz no one is listening so I write to the World Wide Web.
Maybe I do not wish anyone to listen so I write on a screen.

With people around you,
Full of insecurity,
Does not give you the opportunity to feel the same.
It is so easy to blame everyone else other than your self for every thing around you.
The government, your husband, your in-laws, God, the corporate, the neighbor, whole world.
Even after that blame game, why do you cry if the mistake is not yours?

The Debts are high, business is low, and too many ideas too less time, people you cant trust, people who don’t trust you.
Family split wide open, wounds for you to heal.
New relations to tread carefully.
Friends, who are in trouble.
My detachment makes you angry.

I have too many stresses to remember one.
I do not even remember that I have a stress.

Writing to the world, makes me feel free.
Of worries, of hypocrisy, of lies that I have to live day in and out.
I write half truths, the other half is not a lie though.
Its yin of the yang.
Darkness, of the light.

Not many read it, not today at least.
I have labeled the IP Addresses, and I have me and Mr. Hunter keeping the stat counter ticking.
56 in 70 days not a bad score.
And I am not filling pages.
I am writing to myself.
Some day, I can read back, all of them with a sigh.

Now I understandWhat you tried to say, to meAnd how you suffered for your sanityAnd how you tried to set them free:They would not listen; they did not know how --Perhaps they'll listen now.

But I could've told you, Vincent:This world was never meantFor one as beautiful as you.

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

I see the Moon and the Moon sees me,
Moon sees that someone I want to see.

God bless Me and God bless the Moon,
God bless that someone I want to see.







Space

Key to making friends and staying friends.

Happy Friendship Day.

Bovine Intervention

I am just back from my village.
This was my first visit after last week’s shootout.
I am alive and unhurt, Neha is glad for that. My insurance premiums were not paid.

As a strategy, or maybe because of my nature to avoid confrontation as long as possible.
I did not speak much to the sheriff at home and even avoided all his initiatives to start a dialog. I did not want the situation to be normal. Normal is boring.

Though, one thing did get my attention.
It was a matter of 12 lives.
They were all starving and I had to get involved to save them from starvation death.

Having a bovine strength for landlords in our part of the world is matter of pride. Ones social status reflects on the number of cows you have tied in your back yard. We have 12 as on today. I counted them after a long gap today. Collective milk that is produced is 9 lts a day and money spent of food and labour per day is 900 a day. Milk for Rs. 100 a lt.

My father must have realized this long time back and conveniently left it to others in the family to deal with. He wanted his pride to be retained without taking any costs. Younger brother, Rohan, thought of proving himself worthy and took up to the daunting task. In last two years he must have lost atleast Rs. 5 lakhs in supporting these animals, retaining my dads pride and building false ego for himself.

Much of trouble he is in today, one of the reasons could be this.

As I reached home last night, I was told that there is no fodder for the cattle. As I am trying to keep my brother away from making these mistakes no more. I asked the keepers to ask my dad what he plans to do about it. I was told he does not care.
So today I packed them off to our farm where greens are abundant. They will get their food but my dad would not have the pride to show anymore. More over in a few months time at least 10 of them would be sold off and a bare minimum kept for some fresh milk and some for left over pride.

The point is, this is not just my families’ story. It’s every land owner’s story, who is trapped in this false social warp.
Not every bullet fired misses the target.