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Where are my drugs?

I occasionally read up on Indian mythical tales as narrated by those that claim to have an inside track on the authenticity of these beyond sci fi events.

As you peruse the happenings millenia ago where the likes of Ram and Laxman (no lax man this) and the sages that educated them you are left to wonder simple questions like -

1.  What sort of caffieneted beverages would they have in the morning?  I mean to go looking for wackos with swords and tridents about to pounce on you - you must need something more than Red Bulls?

2.  What sort of medication were they using?  I mean with today's technology we still are faced with high incidence of BP, ED, MS, and not to forget Fungus.  In spite of so many antibacterial soaps et al we cannot seem to avoid the deadly Coli this or that so these guys must have taken something - many had a colorful life sometimes losing track of who was sleeping with whom. 

3.  Which stores offered their orange shaded garbs?  Or was it simply a matter of assigning the duty to one well paid tailor who cranked out these uniforms?  At least there was not much distinction in terms of fabric.  Everyone seemed to have the same orangish one piece on.  Some fancy boy could try putting it on left to right vs. right to left but that is it.

4.  Of course you needed a steady jewellry supply.  That must have been something.  You never see pollution in the pictures from those days so they must have not passed their clean ore smelting tech down the generations - if they had we would not have small children dying from cancer working mines in Africa.

5.  What about cuisine?  Who were the top chefs then?  What about etiquette and payment?  If Dashrata and Kaikayi or Ravan and Sita went out for a cappucino and some croissants who paid?  Did they take out a doggy bag?  Or was food wasted?  Did they eat leftovers?

6.  Was there ever a inventory clearance?  I mean what with millions of javelins and swords there had to be a bhangar (scrap sales) at least?  How was advertising done for all this crap?  Did they not need MBAs?

I mean something is seriously wrong with our lives or what?

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  1. Asterix had one title that showed a Roman legionnaire teaching them business, to breed greed among the Gauls. Shows what might have been happening in ancient times too.

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