Why the poor produce more kids? 

  Do you think it makes sense to bring into this world, children which we cannot take care off? 60% of mumbai lives in slums, with roofs at such low heights that if you stretch your hands they can get hurt by the ceiling fans above. Houses with no natural light or ventilation, is it fair to raise children in such houses. Most of the childrens of the poor are malnourished, so I often wonder what makes them reproduce so rabidly, what really makes them think that children would be better taken care off. 

Yesterday I visited a NGO and the lady (who runs the NGO) told me the the reason the poor have children is because they need labour. I didnt push her further, because it was an awkward topic. Can you imagine, having children, that by the time they become 7/8 you engage them in laborious work, so they can releive your hardships? 

If this is infact the bitter truth? I think this is the partial truth, the other factors is we are genetically programmed to reproduce (think of this as a deep ingrained addiction, well that doesnt sound so good, do i really mean, making kids is an addiction, hmm.. YES) . We intrinsically beleive we will become immortal through our kids, also they are the old age crutch. 

Also humans can breed in any adverse conditions. Nothing stops us from multiplying. But I dont know, why I am so uncomfortable with the burgeoning populations, the appaling slums. Is it mere aesthetics? Again there might be multitude of reason for me being uncomfortable with such appaling poverty, but the main reason is aesthetic I think. I just cant handle those narrow pathways in the slum, the suffocating odor and low celings and the filth. 

So the question is do i really have to be more concerned about plain aesthetics over people rights to reproduce and breed and live in a conditions which the UN describes as being unfit for humans? 

How does one get rid of this aesthetics then? 

The ultimate cost effective last mile urban transport solution.

If you are looking at travelling about 3/5 kms per day to work or a cafe, where the distance is too long for a walk and too short for a drive. Then you need a last mile urban transport solution instead of waiting for a rickshaw.

Here is my review of oxelo town 7 kick scooter, which i purchased for Rs 6000/- (which included a Rs 2000 discount) available at sportxs online.

PS : The kick scooter weighs only 5.5 kgs, you can easily carry with one hand or it has a shoulder strap to carry for long distances.

 

Wassily Kandinsky

  Point and Line to Plane
Line is introduced in terms of the violence that it does to the inward-facing tension of the point, the line shatters the self sufficient world of the point. 

“There exists still another force which develops not within the point, but outside of it. This force hurls itself upon the point which is digging its way into the surface, tears it out and pushes it about the surface in one direction or another. The concentric tension of the point is thereby immediately destroyed and, as a result, it perishes and a new being arises out of it which leads a new, independent life in accordance with its own laws. This is the Line.”

Quote from Kandinsky’s Point and Line to Plane (pg. 54)

“The geometric line is an invisible thing. It is the track made by the moving point; that is, its product. It is created by movement.” 

Point and line to Plane (pg. 57)

A Line is the track made by points in motion so dance or movement is a way of exploring line with your body.

   
    
    
 

See that my grave is kept clean – Blind lemon Jefferson 

This is a classic blues song from 1928 by Blind Lemon Jefferson who is giving instructions about his future funeral and how he would like his grave to be kept clean with his visualisations of his own funeral procession with white horses carrying his hearse. Brilliant song and hilarious funny, a classic. 

Version Blind Lemon Jefferson:
Well it’s one kind of favor I’ll ask of you,

Well it’s one kind of favor I’ll ask of you,

Lord it’s one kind of favor I’ll ask of you,

Please that my grave is kept clean.
It’s a long old lane ain’t got no end,

It’s a long lane that got no end,

It’s a long lane that got no end,

And it’s a bad wind that never change.
Lord, it’s two white horses in a line,

Well, it’s two white horses in a line,

Well, it’s two white horses in a line,

Want take me to my burying ground.
My heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold,

My heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold,

Well, my heart stopped beating, Lord, my hands turned cold,

It wasn’t long ‘fore service by the cypress grove.
Have you ever heard that coffin sound?

Have you ever heard that coffin sound?

Have you ever heard that coffin sound?

Than you know the poor boy’s in the ground.
Oh, dig my grave with a silver spade, 

But dig my grave with a silver spade,

Well, dig my grave with a silver spade, 

You may leave me down with a golden chain.
Have you ever heard that church bells tone [toll?]?

Have you ever heard that church bells tone?

Have you ever hear them church bells tone?

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