Idle curiosity - BPL & LPG

   

The gaseous material in the LPG container was going through an identity crisis - whether the filled container should be called a gas bottle or a cylinder. This dual personification resulted purely from the user’s preference and I had nothing to do with the naming ceremony.

This gave raise to a great doubt in my mind – am I a genie when bottled or a gas when used in a metaphorical sense by the corporate clan - ‘firing on all cylinders’ and ‘some more cylinders need firing’? 

Spare me from the Automobile and IT connections. I am quite happy with my household connection. The homemaker keeps following my laboured progress, expectantly waiting for the delivery man

.

One doubt led to another- why am I ‘capped’, ‘un-capped’, again ‘capped’ only to be ‘re-capped’ again? Politics and  economics are beyond me – rating agencies frown up on the subsidies and wise politicos ferociously argue on the numbers 6, 9 and up to 12 (whenever election fever grips them) entailing more out go as subsidy.

BPL or non-BPL confusion grips them at these times. Even under these reigning confusion and electioneering heat, their plans are clear – to retain constituency. Rating agencies can frown as much as they want and they are not vote banks.

My perception is limited to the cap jammed on the mouth after filling and being de-gagged at the usage point. I do not understand what is meant by vote bank. My constituency is the households and there I always get a landslide majority.

I know only a two and a half digit number written on the bottle or the cylinder – to indicate gross & nett weights in kilogram. I admit that the scheme linking a bank account and a gas bottle is beyond my comprehension. The 18 digits, 11 digits and such string of numbers confuse me.

Honestly speaking mathematics is not my favourite subject though I am little conversant with limiting oxygen index and calorific value - the former is my darker side and the later my utility face. Then why politicians of all ilk, talk about linking me to a number of digits that is as long as a train!

This conundrum was beyond my rusting metallic brain. I only wish to look fresh and will be happy with a coat of paint, be handled with out being dropped from a height or rolled on rough floors.

I have a few fundamental doubts and questions:

How come onions and LPG are the pointers to the win or loss in an election?

Why the rating agencies favour big investments with out bothering about various hidden concessions and at the same time choose to frown upon the subsidy given on me?