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CARNAMA

 [Thank you Joseph Thumpassery for your inputs]

Everyone loves taking naps. The deeper our naps are, better it is the time to facilitate looting, quite unaware. Looting is a multilayered term that's used to debunk our mortal truths and indoctrinated brainwashes. Further it is used to garner greater profits by many in the high echelons of power. While truths are like dreams, the brainwashes are nightmares and, vice versa. Life has become risky by the day as quick profiteering is kicking out the ethics of conducting good business. The Great Indian Riddle? Ask yourself![1]

Take the case of the car industry. Despite all the progress made on the technology front, Indian cars do not pass through rigorous tests. This is very much unlike the ones that are manufactured in the same plant for export. It is perhaps for such poor quality standards that we place our Gods of Worship on the dashboard, seeking protection from pitfalls to save us from such double standards. The beauty and anguish go side by side when lucrative advertisements are aired and printed with a word of caution that lure the gullible into the trap.

The smorgasbord of the shiny tin boxes plying on the roads, coupled with self styled juggling of driving skills, has punctured the very ethos of rise in joyful universality, respect for others and fellow feelings. Triumphant addictions to driving could have been pleasurable if and only if the CarCos (Car Manufacturing Companies) were more quality conscious towards the poor citizens of India who are paying heavily for crap. More the so, the indigenous CarCos too price their cars in line with the foreign manufacturers who share their offshore profits by sending back home.

Our standards i.e. BS6 and the BS6 compliant fuels still call for a PUC like a blanket cover, a mandatory document that finds a holy place along documents like the vehicle registration number and your licence to drive. That certainly gives a double standard to the very standards that have been enacted to ease our lives that emulate the stay of an uninvited foreign guest at your home, knowing nothing about the antecedents and associated pitfalls.

It wouldn't take much time to juggle, to understand what is going on and where. Quality of life was always low in the country, riddled with brimful of problems to tackle with. We thus celebrate our carnama with trumph to forget the drudgery of life. We cherish the experience of generous helping from various quarters to sustain without giving a second thought as to how the poor man on the streets fare the blinding fog of sustenance.

[1] https://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/blogs/jugglebandhi/indian-riddle-despite-how-incredible-we-claim-to-be-a-question-mark-continues-to-hang-over-us/

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