Ecocomically speaking, soon, none will have any scope left to waste food in the company cafeteria on grounds of "poor quality" (atleast it's some notches above the worm-infested meals served to India's future millions in their midday lunch). It would be disappointing for a lot of cool and suave urban inhabitants, since they won't have any opportunity to leave behind left-overs following lunch/dinner outings and team gatherings. Er, how will lavish marriage meals happen? How will star airlines, lounges and hotels serve their guests sumptuous cuisines? What will the couple eat when they they step out for a date? How will mummy cook that favorite dish of mine? The answers to some of these questions lie somewhere buried in the hinterlands of India, midst vast farms of rabi, kharif, rice, pulses and vegetables, where a Producer of fuel for India's growing Human Resources, commits suicide, Sunday to Saturday, leaving his orphaned family behind. So mate, the next time you fill your plate, don't abandon food on pretext of a full "pet"; simply think like a jawaan, who cares for his Kisan, and change your mano-vigyan. After all, Jiye Kisaan, (hence) jiye jawaan.