We are united in a particular incident this time –a great Indian show called ‘the Marriage of Abhi-Ash’. Actually we love to be intoxicated by attaching ourselves with dreamy, fairy situations—the more frequent those are, the better for us to keep our sanity bottled up for not to be engrossed in the regular drudgery what an Indian faces in his life down here.

The hullabaloo made a paradigm shift this time as the media gone most hyper over a deshi marriage what they termed as ‘The Marriage of the Century”. For the last fortnight or so all the media channels have assigned their employees to stay 24x7 around their residences and get live and exclusive news bytes from outside as they are considered completely unwanted by both the families. The jurnos are dying to capture a glimpse of Big B’s beard or the Ash’s dancing practice for her wedding party. Some news channels even hired pros meant for this kind of operation. Those Snaparazzis and paparazzis are trying to invade the best possible areas –be it a porch of the neighbour’s apartment or at the roof-top of a high-rising under construction. Such a dedication!

We everywhere are angry for every possible reason exists in this planet (in some of the cases the reasons are out of this world type). But the politicians are much more hyper today as the countrymen could not realize how difficult it becomes for them to uphold the democratic rights of everybody.
Here is a little something—a fictitious incident where a helpless as well as a naïve citizen got a little treatment from a celebrity-politico for his ignorance about the current democratic condition of this country.

“Sir, I was waiting at the bus-stand. Three rouges in a taxi stopped suddenly beside me. They got down, snatched my everything and zoomed away. Everything gone............my watch, my money, my golden specs!!........Look, I’m here just with my vest and underwear.”

The other day I chanced upon a man. The incident was so bizarre that I still could not brush it off from my memory. After some shopping I was returning home. It was almost half past eleven in the morning and the sun was about to start frying everything down here (including the little something that I still have under my scalp). I got a tremendous urge to place myself in a cool corner of my room without losing a second. As I was about to kick-start my bike I saw a man coming frantically towards me waving his hand as if he recognized me to be his old pal. I was blank. Could not figure out such a profile to be any of my known ones. His clothing showing some different signals though, his face (two of his extremely yellowish teeth lost their places) with hairs almost stood vertical on his head was beaming with a frightful happiness. Before I could utter a sound he exploded, “Got married at last! What else to do? They (probably family members) forced me. Couldn’t escape this time. Believe me, I had requested them with folded hands. But...........”