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Euro Crisis and Hindi Movies

As I while away my grey matter on seriosuly retarded thoughts here is a new one that I felt compelled to pen. There is 'dramatic' similarity between the current Euro Zone crisis and the plot for any of the constant drivel laden Hindi family drama type movies. A constant tug of war between the dying father and the errant chote bhaiya who squanders the purkho ki wealth on trivial pursuits including wine and women. Then meets his arch rival in the form of bade bhaiyaa who wants to put an end to this out of control spending. Asks for permission from his father to teach this mongrel a lesson but meets resistance since after all its their own khoon aka blood. His desire to drain the blood out of this worthless slob further fades since there are no working blood banks to reinstate the dude after his lesson has been taught. Big Bro partners with the villian (ironically called Prem - Prem Chopra) to hatch a scheme to kidnap this brother but Prem has other ideas of his own, which include trading this guy to a sex trade merchant for some Euros. Now switch gears to the Greeks who as the story goes are the errant spenders with interests merely in making DAHI (aka yoghurt - sometimes called yougurt but the former is made of Yog and Hurt giving it a cosmic stance) and nothing else. Perhaps sailing bankrupt shipping lines is another pastime but nothing more. Expecting people to come and see ruined buildings and banking (literally) their future that more ruinous the ruins get the more the dumber touristy traffic will flow and therefore a source of dra(ch)mas. Enter the bade bhaiyaa aka Big Brother in the form of the Germans wanting to stem this nonsense with tough action but the EU which is the dying father protests citing some nonsense about how this is not what the founders envisioned. The EU now turns to China who while not understanding each others' language does get the concept of profits and decides to play their own game at buying out the entire continent from under the German Angel's (aka Angela) eyes. Such a contrived plot requires some good titles and names for the new Bollywood production showcasing an amalgam of these two ideas are being solicited through this blog. Winning entries will see a quick exit since no one really reads the suggestions made here. Consolation prize to the winner will be a round trip (lets hope) airfare on a Greek owned airline to the EU after its complete collapse. Those ruins will be spectacular.
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