*Also on theindiasatire.com*
It’s an action-packed
story. No, it is a thriller. Alright, let
us not be partial, it is an action-packed
suspense oriented melodramatic emotional thriller.
This is not an ordinary punar-janam script. It is the Baap of all of them.
It goes like:
Once upon a time in the urban fartlands of Dilligarh there lived a rustic and
dreadful Thakur. Thakur Durgandh Singh. Durgandh? Because his presence created an
atmosphere of durgandh-read toxic gases-
in the village. The two sons of Thakur, Nitrate Singh
and Sulphate Singh, had intoxicated the
atmosphere of the village by setting up
many industries and construction units that emitted noxious gases. Particulate
and construction dust lingered now on the otherwise clean air of Dilligarh.
People were afraid of their presence. Where other villagers moved in cart or
bicycle, Thakur and his crony family,
sister BEHENzene and mother AMMAnia
vroomed past on dusty roads in their
motor vehicle. The naive villagers did never object to the noxious gases
their vehicle emitted and consoled themselves with just covering their nose
with a torn piece of cloth. Whoever raised his or her voice against Thakur khandaan polluting habits were meted a capital punishment of
forever living in toilet-less slum. The
ignominy and horror of openly defecating in a field ensured that no one ever
attempted a dissent. The tyranny of Thakur khandan
abjectly left the villagers to meekly surrender and suffer in an atmosphere of above
permissible limits of Durgandh, Behenzene, AMMAnia, Nitrate and Sulphate.
