(Me and Norhim, on the exam day)
Come il drop you to gsm on my Ferrari...
Where are you going?
Gsm...
Wow, the way you put things...
I know Im awesome...and I have a car that’s better than your
boyfriend's.
My boyfriend? who?
There, that Irani...
How is he my boyfriend?
He qualifies....
He is an Irani....How does he qualify?
So many questions u ask gal !
Whatever.....
Why don’t you people take care of your cars? dents all over...your
gals? other belongings? your chappal is about to break....Is that some sort of national behavior???
Gals ain’t belongings...
They are, most precious ones...your plants?
Hmm plants I dunno....
Everything else too...a beggar on street is a direct slap to the
mayor's face, n you have enough to make him bleed to death...
Our Govt. doesn’t work that
way....our govt. counters insider
conflicts, party reconciliation, negative propaganda, armed coups, treacheries....till
the end of term or tenure whichever is lesser, other issues remaining the same.
ceteris paribus.
You dont make governments for social restructuring, eradication of
unemployment, poverty alleviation, infrastructural and strategic reforms?
Nope.
We select legislative assembly so we could criticize it and hinder
implementation of every move they take. Make money out of it, create issues
that we can munch upon on national broadcasts, sell newspapers, have tea,
discuss, great fun it is....
Funny it is...
Where is your car?
Right here...
That aint no Ferrari man.....
Well, its red....
