Due to Corona, people have been without jobs, and, as such, without much cash. We shall not discuss here that people have not bothered to Save. I estimate that about 40% of Tamilians have the philosophy of: Earn it, Spend it. It burns holes in their pockets to Save.
The ‘gorement’ of India had very kindly ‘ordered’ that employers should pay their employees their salaries in advance, as advance. Too many employers claim that they have done so.
Now, to get businesses going, the owners have to get workers to come, announcing in advance that the workers will not receive salaries for an unspecified amount of time. We can understand this as the products they have generated have not been sold off.
They expect the ‘gorement’ to bail out cash to get them going. Which same, on the one hand having given out some help ‘packages,’ – and eaten up fat commissions for same, no doubt,
– says, (without saying it aloud), that it too is short of money. Above: People waiting for a gorement prepared meal, which it calls: Over-prepared.
That the central gorement of India has collected unspecified Millions in an account called the ‘pm cares fund,’ has already helped out its cronies, who had showed it the thumb and had even given up Indian citizenship in the process, to the tune of 68,000 Crores. Rupees, of course, and one crore is ten million.
The miserable workers, who are cheated left and right with regard to their salaries, and have to pay their rents in advance, as I suppose is common the world over, decided to go back home, thus the infamous Migrants of India. …Very kindly, all of 0 rupees of the ‘pm cares fund’ have been spent in getting these Migrants home by the gorement.
Above, a young woman with a babe in arms decides to walk more than 1200 kms.
A close up.
The central gorement has not seen fit to give the state their share of the taxes. To allay their baying, it has allowed the states to reopen the liquor shops, which bring in no mean money.
And herein starts the tale of Accidents.
I have been taking Walks in the evening. Since the liquor shops opened, Three, not one, not two, but Three bikers nearly dashed onto me.