To all those people who enjoy the thrill of going out with their coquettish fair ones into some theatreshoping to see some desparados of distant lands.......let me play sad role of the stoic spoilt sport and be the preacher that you might as well spent the decent evening that somehow continues getting shorterin the frickely life of yours in a dinghy blues pub with nostalgic lights and monotonic sound......for theworld as it is.....is full of forgery........and you actually pay a day's salary to get conned out of your'wits' as you gloat with the foolish smirk that you have indeed won the heart of the one you think you 'court'.....a three hundred rupees bus ride to see things which you know are false.........in a stark sunny afternoon....."how'bout that?".......the highway you saw in the movie that steps into the rosy fantasy of yours is actuallya street which is no longer than that which leads you from your house to the landlord's.......the rain drenched streetsof London that makes you hate the seedy lane by your window....the pawn shop....the pan shop.......hell even the local grocery are no more than few cardboard structures strutted along together with the same stuff that you used in your tenth standard art project.....all staring with their deceptively genuine smile that so populates what is popularly called the 'film city'......but do not think that I am actually doing the jobof advertising it.....for conned as we were.......there was no complimentary lunch.......and if you do not have the sudden urge of exploring the wicked world of forgery....all you can get out this place is few hoursof a sleek bus ride.....with a lady 'guide' who is not even close of being pretty.......couple of almost obscenesequence by a local college dance group.....a humongous croud comprising aged crones of sixty as well as pimply youth of nine lumbering with apparent confusion around the stupid frolic of the 'merry-go-round' with 'jingle bells'being played in the background,a scary house that was funny and a lot of sun..........so all you could do was to mingle yourself in the populationof the conned and foolishly try to infer the whole sanity behind this act of paying to get duped.....
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