e-Diary

The Global economic crisis is definitely taking a toll in each and everyone’s life. Thanks to the crisis that has become a matter of discussion among youngsters during a get together or inside classrooms. Most youngsters who hardly have any concern over money and society are now turning their head towards the same. Families prefer inviting friends to home during the weekends instead of splurging on lavish parties at hotels. Cutting down costs seems to rule every family person and also the corporate world. Team outing and partying has come down drastically amongst the people working in MNC’s. With pink slips and firing ruling the roost, it is evident that how people are in the pink of health and spirits.

But Chris Alan, fashion model and party animal says that the city still remains the hot spot for party people. “Metropolitan cities might have been affected a lot but not cities that are considered as less important”. Party goers still spend lavishly and they seem to be not affected by the crisis. People from the hospitality sector feel that the trend would improve by October, when the tourists begin to pour in.

“Obama is a phonetic twin of Osama, the architect of 9/11 that brought out the beast in Bush, which trait filled more than a couple of million graves in Iraq. But Obama, the reed thin US Senator who links two continents , is the new darling of Democrats who have seen nothing but blood in the last 8 years of the evil affliction of Osamanified Bushism. Barrack promises CHANGE , a beautiful word in America, to which 90% parents in India consecrate their children. Why didn’t you export your son and daughter to that paradise?”

“I hope Barack will stop this Indianisation of his country that leaves the locals with no cushy jobs. If he packs off the foreigners, his hobos will get the jobs now collared by the imported IT wizards. A chap who came here recently to see his parents , wished the moment he landed that he hadn’t because he couldn’t understand the dust, noise, and the flat his old doddering parents were living in. All their 5 children had left the dodderers here with loneliness for company. One of them visited me, without fixing an appointment, a capital offence in USA. He said ” Aunty, I feel free again here without any imposed restrictions on human conduct. In USA, I daren’t go to a friend’s house without his previous consent. It’s so artificial , but now that I have become a citizen of Bushland, where people think that dollars grow on trees. I do hope that Barrack will wield the stick and save the dreamers of India from the feeling of being foreigners in that country.”

“Don’t you think we need some recreation after working so hard?”. Teeny asked Weeny one day as they were lugging a sugar crystal towards ‘TinyCrakInKitchenWall,’which was their home. ‘re..cre…recreation..? But what is recreation?’ Weeny was puzzled.

‘It is what most most creature do to amuse themselves. they sing and dance and play and make merry. We ants could do with some fun too,’ Tenny told her.

‘But I thought ants don’t need enjoyment. They only need work’, Weeny said getting more and more confused.

‘that’s because you are a worker ant who has been made to believe that life is all about toiling,’ Teeny declared solemnly.

‘Look at the people of this house.Look at the cats and dogs.Look at the birds on the trees. Do they keep on working?’ She continued. “Why do you think they are so happy and relaxed?’

‘It is because they can have fun too?’ Weeny tried to guess.

‘That’s right!’ teeny exclaimed.”I am glad you understood my point so quickly. Let’s discuss it with our friends and find out what they think.’

When the worker ants heard of it they were excited. Actually they had all been dreaming of a break from their work. They were so thrilled that they began to gather in groups to talk about it.

(To be continued in my next post)