Fact: Three Idiots has been a box office success. Fact: Everybody and their aunt have been clawing each other for tickets over the last two weeks
Fact: Three Idiots has been a box office success. Fact: Everybody and their aunt have been clawing each other for tickets over the last two weeks.
Fact: Some smart advertising copywriter type is gonna quickly jump on the bandwagon and steal Aaaallll Ijjjj Welllll for a multi-million dollar ad campaign that sells detergents.
Fact: But this week aallll ijjjj naaat well across the country, as the newspapers have only had spats, skirmishes and shenanigans on the front pages.
The biggest scrap of them all for those of us who live in Bangalore is the BSY vs HDDG nameu00e2u0080u0093calling exercise.
One of the most irrelevant, ex-powerful, has-been politicians of yesteryear wakes up from his raagi mudde one day and decides that he wants to be in the papers all over again. Reiterating the lack of any leadership he had even as a leader, he gets his aged visage onto Page One again and achieves as little as he did when he was Politico Machinus of the country. His fangs blunted, his machinations a little rusty, he can only remind one of that other ageing tiger : The Once-Big Bal.
Cruise over to the business class section of Cathay Pacific and there you see three men who had slightly more Scotch than B Positive coursing through their streams being thrown off a flight. Their only mistake other than spewing paan through their seventy decibel clipped Hindi vowels: Making the erroneous assumption that the Cathay girls were part of the reclining beds in Business Class. One of those guys was a proud owner of a diplomatic passport from India. The rest of us normal Indians cringed in red-faced embarrassment. While the three inebriated idiots and the babus in South Block remain unfazed and blase as always.
The boys of the Indian Hockey Team have raised their sticks in defence of the dues they're supposed to have coming to them. The Hockey Federation has issued threats if the boys don't end their strike and stick to striking on the field. However, the team remains united (something the fat cat cricketers would never understand). And the Federation, meanwhile, is quickly trying to sweep the dirt and their embarrassment under the astro turf.u00a0u00a0
In Sea Wind, however, aaaallll seems to be becoming wellll. An innocuous handshake of a teenager and his uncle turned into a paparazzi-op and front page biz news. Markets rose, stocks zoomed and Kokilaben, rumour has it, has ordered khaandvi flown in from her favourite London-based Maharaj for a Mumbai reunion of the Ambani siblings.
Like Rancho, a fellow Gujju would say, "Aaaalll ijjj well that endjj well."
