No, not the movie. Not Nana Patekar and his intense glare and that tigerish growl. Not encounter cops and their scorecards. Not even RGV.....
I'm talking of something even more directly firghtening than am encounter specialist! (After all, what is the realistic probability of you - or, for that matter, ME? - being on the "hit list" of a Pradeep Salve or a Daya Nayak?)
I refer to the Rupee and its all too uncontrolled sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide over the past few months, racing like a Chris Gayle sixer or an MSD helicopter shot.... from 47 to 48 to 49, 50, 51,52,53,545555.5 barely pasuing and crossing 56.... abhi toh chhappan hai..... aur aagey kya hoga?
So Subbarao wrings his hands and frets and fumes while the rupeeeeeeeeee sliiiiides deeeeeeper into a mess and then, suddenly, the government goes and does a quiet cheat, a morally defunct depraved act of sheer cowardice......
They wait for the Parliament session to get over, waving friendly smiling tata-bye-bye-see-yous to the Jaitleys and the Sushmas and the Mamatas and the Lalus..... and, then stab you and me right in the gut, a whopping big Rs.7.50 per litre knife in the gut.
Look at the positive side, though - an sms that someone sent this morning. "At least we won't have to worry about drunken driving - no one can afford to have liquor AND petrol on the same day now!"
Forget drunken driving..... I'm in the market to buy a bullock cart. The way the economy's sliding, I guess that's the next big thing. Anyway, with the monsoons around, the roads won't be worth driving on....
I'm talking of something even more directly firghtening than am encounter specialist! (After all, what is the realistic probability of you - or, for that matter, ME? - being on the "hit list" of a Pradeep Salve or a Daya Nayak?)
I refer to the Rupee and its all too uncontrolled sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide over the past few months, racing like a Chris Gayle sixer or an MSD helicopter shot.... from 47 to 48 to 49, 50, 51,52,53,545555.5 barely pasuing and crossing 56.... abhi toh chhappan hai..... aur aagey kya hoga?
And, while the world may still say that our venerable economist Prime Minister is knowledgable and all that, believe me, I have stopped believing that! Arrey, what use a PM who cannot stop his own Cabinet Ministers (the Raja's and the Gills) or his own party veterans (the Diggy Raja's) or his own coalition partners (irrepressible Mamata, unmanageable Pawar) et al.... while the rupee slides... and slides.... and slides
And the Finance Minister, perhaps busy looking at new carpets and furniture for that palace on Raisina Hill keeps hoping that Subbarao of RBI will "do something" like that story....
They wait for the Parliament session to get over, waving friendly smiling tata-bye-bye-see-yous to the Jaitleys and the Sushmas and the Mamatas and the Lalus..... and, then stab you and me right in the gut, a whopping big Rs.7.50 per litre knife in the gut.
Look at the positive side, though - an sms that someone sent this morning. "At least we won't have to worry about drunken driving - no one can afford to have liquor AND petrol on the same day now!"
Forget drunken driving..... I'm in the market to buy a bullock cart. The way the economy's sliding, I guess that's the next big thing. Anyway, with the monsoons around, the roads won't be worth driving on....
See, there's space for you too - come along, join in!
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