Paisa Lo Parmaatma

I am basically a very content person, no big desires or qwaish in life. But on occasions like when i am at some exhibition …interiors, paintings and when i got to Shilparamam i just look upto the sky and ask god to send me the magic lamp or fill up my bag with lotza money…so i can buy atleast half the stuff put up for sale. Last year i happened to be at one such collection and i saw one nice looking lady inaugurating the event. She came in with dark glasses obviously, her hair left over her shoulders and with one dainty looking bag. She must be having dozens of credit cards in it and i glanced at the objects she was keenly noticing.

I realised that she was one of our hero’s wife. She was softly telling her escort to pack this, that, this, there, that and this and send it to her home. The escort was very religiously writing down the number of items ordered and was visibly pleased about the “bonni”, the first auspicious purchase. Later there was an inaudible commotion. The actor’s wife was refusing to pay and expected everything to be sent home free. When that was refused she wanted an item worth 25 thousand. The poor lady called her organisors in Mumbai to find out if she can give it mufth mein but they gave her strict instructions to ignore her demand. I got to know that she was already given a nice gift for opening the exhibition. Kya karen, i pitied the poor little star. I thanked my stars that i wasn’t rich and neither was i mentally impoverished.