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Halfness and mediocrity



As Indians, we revel in the mediocrity of halfness. We start by embracing halfness and then end up embodying it willingly. As generations wither, our mindsets have cognitively accepted halfness as the complete.

 We half our soup - one by two, we half our tea - cutting chai and we also half our phone calls - missed call - the other half of the call is completed by the caller with more credit balance. We also work half day , usually on Saturday's.

Many of us see nothing wrong with this. We shrug our shoulders and cook up a half inverted smile and defend this by saying that - "We are just frugal". I may give currency to the frugality bit when it comes to expending, but who can explain the frugal mentality when it comes to delivering results. 
  • We construct a sea bridge in two and half times the originally estimated time with three and half times cost overrun and then with huge fanfare we inaugurate the landmark sea bridge - with only half the lanes operational. Mind you we bask in the glory as if we have delivered the full, notwithstanding the time and cost overrun.
  • We build a bi-direction four lane flyover in the heart of the city.We glowingly commission only half the lanes and then we make this already half flyover into a bi-directional flyover. 
  • We construct a motor freeway from one end of the city to the other, albeit twenty years too late. Then we commission half of the freeway and do not provide all the exit roads.

No wonder we elect coalitions, as for us a half is as complete.
Chalta hai. Rest we will adjust.





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