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Kenya vs. Andhra

There is some organized running event about to happen in the SF bay area.  As organized sports go these days 'Marathons' have very low barriers to entry - to both organize and participate.  What with multitude of diseases against which humankind is losing a one way battle some yoyo comes up with a colored shirt and ribbons (that have hitherto not been claimed as proprietary by cancer survivors or aids walkers or liveweak organizations) and presto.

There is a new marathon event born every 2 miles.

So back to the title of this ramble.  I spotted natives of a southern province in India of which there are more than there are apps on Appstore and who reside in the California's Silcon Valley.  The region is known as Andhra Pradesh.

What I mean is not just spotted them but that they were actively running - without shoes.  Now when it comes to the tales of Have vs. Have Nots this one is a new flavor.  First you had people that had so much food to eat that they had to run after eating to get rid of the fat.  Compare to those that have to run to catch the food (in Kenya) or pursue tedium filled jobs (India) to fill their pouch.

Now we see a new entrant to this contrast.  That of the shoeless Indian.  So the theme of the story is about how the Indian diaspora in the bay area is competing head on with their Kenyan counterparts who are known to train without footwear for long runs.  The Greek messengers could never have thought that mail carrying business would turn into such a popular capitalist idea and that if they had known they would have run for it rather than invest in yoghurt.

So do not be surprised readers if at the next Olympiad the Gold goes to Kalluri Bhatiprollu Ranganathan instead of Wambosi Kenyata.

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