Something peculiar in today's ET caught my attention.
Pg 4. 'It is patently absurd victory' - TK Arun.
The reporter has this to say about Samsung - 'The company is likely to gloat a bit - as a result of the lawsuit, this one-time maker of cheap synthetic garments is now squarely in the same bracket as the bluest of haloed Silicon Valley blue-chips.'
Hmm.. I smell a Brahminical bias here.. The author suggests that the cheap synthetic garment maker should feel good about the loss because its more than it could have ever hoped for. After all, it came from the low cast profession of making 'cheap synthetic garments'. The fact that it stretched itself out of its impoverished roots is laudable, feels the Brahmin inside Mr. Arun. His spirit still lives in the 20th century India where there were 'low cast professions' and 'high cast professions'; where they myth of who deserved what was continuously spun by the few in the 'upper circles', …
[This is a ridiculous story. It is based on a scene in Godard's movie 'Bande a part'] A minute. The three of them were sharing that one minute
together. A romantic girl in black sweater and two boys wearing old hats. The
young souls were wearing their bodies loosely. It was as if they had not yet
decided on the uniform they want to wear for their lives. Perhaps, they wished
not to be bound by one uniform at all. Right now the boys were wearing the
bodies of hollywood film stars and the girl was wearing a radiant body whose
sole purpose is to extinguish in love.
They were seating snugly in a cafe booth. The young sits close exuberantly, the old indifferently. The youth in its modern temper
was sipping at Colas. It was a moment of awkward silence that triggered it. The
minute of silence. There was nothing to do and hence they must sit in silence. एकदोतीन...
Words stopped. Lips were persed. Everybody was keen on
knowing who breaks first.
The silent minute was to last foreve…