“Mom! What is this! Why you keep on giving me this bio-data of girls. And see this time it is heights…first ask that girl why she doesn’t get it published as an autobiography and apply for some Booker’s award. I am not going to read ‘I, me, myself’ stuff spread over to hundred pages.”
This is not a commentary on the union budget and definitely not a critique either. This is what I see from my lenses. I know I am not an important person whose case needs to be discussed in the light of new budget. But as a citizen and a poor citizen of India how does the budget affect me?
It was afternoon at around three. I was having the usual chai with a 'cig'. The trademark refreshments of the S/E.
Just as I puffed out two rows of smokes, along came a small boy running to the same shop. With fists tightly clenched. His eyes filled with excitement and an expression of achivement and success in his face. He said ' Char.. manggggggg.. fillllllllll!' I did not understand at first what that kid was asking but the shop keeper was used to such sounds. He immediately grabbed 4 candies of 'mango fill' and gave him. The boy tossed the 2/- coin which he was holding and took all the 4 at once. His hands so small not even able to carefully guard all the four falling from his hand. He then very carefully took one and precisely kept remaining in his shirt pocket which was as big his heart. The best part was his triumphant feeling showing on his face as he as aquired something which others only long to.
Majority of movie buffs perceive him as a foe to be despised while people like me who constitute the rest are simply jealous of him for the fact that he is the harbinger of a new genre of cinema. The same majority argue that his movies are just a bunch of smart ass dressed in suits and shouting mofo numerous times but people like me can’t stop getting multiple orgies from each word his characters deliver. Whatever be your reason, being a movie buff, it’s hard to ignore the man.
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