Its called demand...Supply is a word I barely recall

Ye all who yearn for a Nobel in economics here is a case study for ye.

Have you heard of the phenomenon where you do not notice a thing till someone spells it out for you.I had the self same enlightenment a couple of years back. To be able to come home to prepared food is a luxury.Not that I call what our maid bakes food but it suffices to fill the ravenous four that our room is.Accepted that it is once in a blue moon that our "bai" (ahem maid) chooses to show up and invariably when she's expecting salary, however she does turn up sometimes.

         However what I noticed is the number of rotis she makes.Very often she would ask how many of us neanderthals are actually eating.Most of us expecting no food at homestretch take the liberty of fulfilling our basic demands else where mostly with hyderabadi biryani and sometimes with chicken gravy.In hyderabad , inspite of the myriad names chicken gravy is basically the same. But that is not what i wanted to point out here.
So the interesting part is that the raw ingredients to our daily food however does not change with the number of people eating.The amazing part is notwithstanding the demand the supply remains constant.

      Our maid is a genious.Talk about the indian food needs.Our agriculture department could do a lot with her at the helm.(I hope she's more well versed in education than some of our political big weights.)What I fail to understand is how dough for two suffices for four at times.In times of population explosion (and seriously indian's need sex education) I would deem it important that this travesty of demand supply chain be explored into.Who knows there might actually be an Indian who would win the Nobel on economics.

And no I guess Amartya Sen is not Indian.Not that he has NR whatever status; but to the fact that the prodigal daughter needs to learn to tie that saree around.(wrt Tango Charlie)

Amen