Way Cool Greeting that I received this Divali.
I just cut and pasted it here.
I asked Lord Ganesh:
What ails Banking and Finance?
As far as the eye can see, we are all awash in bankruptcy.
From the origins of the subprime crisis is the US, now all havens are useless.
I went to my bank, but my banker said our balance sheet is a mess,
There is nothing Left with our Right,
And nothing Right with the Left.
With that death knell ringing in my ears,
I turned to for help from my friends,
Who said: we are in shock! This is the beginning of the end.
Help me Oh Lord, for the end is nigh,
I cannot see light at the end of this tunnel,
My sustenance must come from on High.
What ails Banking and Finance?
As far as the eye can see, we are all awash in bankruptcy.
From the origins of the subprime crisis is the US, now all havens are useless.
I went to my bank, but my banker said our balance sheet is a mess,
There is nothing Left with our Right,
And nothing Right with the Left.
With that death knell ringing in my ears,
I turned to for help from my friends,
Who said: we are in shock! This is the beginning of the end.
Help me Oh Lord, for the end is nigh,
I cannot see light at the end of this tunnel,
My sustenance must come from on High.
Lord Ganesh replied.
Son! It appears we have not learn the lesson,
From our days in the Asian contagion,
The prime lesson you have failed to learn,
One should never spend more than one earns,
With so much money, chasing just a few pennies,
This catastrophe made by all these bankers, were led by few Bernankes,
Blame it on these few, with all their hubris and illusionary gravy pails,
For all they had was a hammer, so everything became nails.
Even I don’t understand your Credit Derivatives, CDOs or Swaps,
Do not come to me for help in cash or any other sop.
To be kind, I cannot undo the knot that I did not bind,
To understand your sudden panic of financial health
May I humbly refer you to the Goddess of Wealth.
Son! It appears we have not learn the lesson,
From our days in the Asian contagion,
The prime lesson you have failed to learn,
One should never spend more than one earns,
With so much money, chasing just a few pennies,
This catastrophe made by all these bankers, were led by few Bernankes,
Blame it on these few, with all their hubris and illusionary gravy pails,
For all they had was a hammer, so everything became nails.
Even I don’t understand your Credit Derivatives, CDOs or Swaps,
Do not come to me for help in cash or any other sop.
To be kind, I cannot undo the knot that I did not bind,
To understand your sudden panic of financial health
May I humbly refer you to the Goddess of Wealth.
From Goddess Laxmi.
I turned to Goddess Laxmi, for Diwali is her time,
There She stood in all regal prime and splendor,
showering the world with all her cornucopia,
From her two hands flowed Kama and Artha.
But then in her beautiful voice she looked at me and said,
Don’t get carried away or you’ll be soon over your head,
Please don’t forget my other hands of Dharma and Moksha,
for without these arms of Righteousness and Liberation,
I fear human kind will go further into damnation.
Look around you she murmured so sweetly,
Spare a thought for the needy.
As you gorge yourselves with sweets and food, most of my resources are depleted by these
very same greedy.
There She stood in all regal prime and splendor,
showering the world with all her cornucopia,
From her two hands flowed Kama and Artha.
But then in her beautiful voice she looked at me and said,
Don’t get carried away or you’ll be soon over your head,
Please don’t forget my other hands of Dharma and Moksha,
for without these arms of Righteousness and Liberation,
I fear human kind will go further into damnation.
Look around you she murmured so sweetly,
Spare a thought for the needy.
As you gorge yourselves with sweets and food, most of my resources are depleted by these
very same greedy.
To satisfy your wants,
you sell over-leveraged loans written by mysterious quants,
Is it small wonder then that you are drowning in a sea of groans,
Upto your eye-balls in credit card loans.
Even the Gods don’t begrudge small pleasures,
But this Divali, when you blow up your money,
Spare a thought for me, your mother Earth, for what its worth.
You can make a bigger bang with those fire works
but reduce the noise and smoke emissions,
Pool your fire crackers with your friends and other relations.
In all these years of depleting reserves, there is not much more left in assurances,
So you could consider investing in renewable energy and resources;
you sell over-leveraged loans written by mysterious quants,
Is it small wonder then that you are drowning in a sea of groans,
Upto your eye-balls in credit card loans.
Even the Gods don’t begrudge small pleasures,
But this Divali, when you blow up your money,
Spare a thought for me, your mother Earth, for what its worth.
You can make a bigger bang with those fire works
but reduce the noise and smoke emissions,
Pool your fire crackers with your friends and other relations.
In all these years of depleting reserves, there is not much more left in assurances,
So you could consider investing in renewable energy and resources;
Do your selves some merit,
In the future generate some carbon credit.
In the future generate some carbon credit.
Tapas
On hearing these words of dire warning,
The loud bang of the fire crackers accentuated Goddess Laxmi words of global warming,
To reduce my years of extreme excess,
I cut up my credit cards and planned a spending recess.
In the future to make my dollar go further, I hope to waste not, want not and put
expenditures on the back burner.
To those who don’t have a 3 square meals a day, Divali crakers and Laxmie have no
meaning as we all make hay,
In this hour of financial crisis as we try to avert bankruptcy,
Spare a thought to those who are our loadbearers and the real pillars of our society.
If you think these words ring true, do the earth a favour
By forwarding this divali greeting to your friends who genuinely labour.
On hearing these words of dire warning,
The loud bang of the fire crackers accentuated Goddess Laxmi words of global warming,
To reduce my years of extreme excess,
I cut up my credit cards and planned a spending recess.
In the future to make my dollar go further, I hope to waste not, want not and put
expenditures on the back burner.
To those who don’t have a 3 square meals a day, Divali crakers and Laxmie have no
meaning as we all make hay,
In this hour of financial crisis as we try to avert bankruptcy,
Spare a thought to those who are our loadbearers and the real pillars of our society.
If you think these words ring true, do the earth a favour
By forwarding this divali greeting to your friends who genuinely labour.
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