THE GAMES THEY PLAY
A while ago, I was having my mid-morning ‘cutting’ at a nearby tapri . That’s the place, I, often, get to hear some serious discussions/debates - about politics, religion, or life at large… often, some finest dialogues, and, even, the choicest expletives! This morning, I was ‘privileged’ to overhear some serious discussion over the latest Maharashtra politics. The paanwala and, apparently, his regular customer, a rickshaw-wala . The paanwala , who seemed to be a North Indian, sounded extremely excited and satisfied about the development… He wanted the MVA government to collapse. The Rickshaw-wala – apparently, a Maharashtrian – was angry at the political development. He was feeling cheated and was cursing his heart out on those leaders, who, he thought, were betrayers… He was blaming BJP for engineering all the drama… “Ye sab game hai; saare chor ha i.” He was fuming with frustration and disappointment. The chaiwala, a Rajasthani middle-aged man – who gets to witness...