It was a cold winter night in Ahmadabad . There was something unusual with
the street lights. And I was not alone at local “tapari”, there was nothing unusual about
it. I was sitting there and having my
routine evening chaay and cigarette.
Under a tree, not very far from me there were two boys and one of them
was a great writer and critic (according to him). He was shouting, or I felt
so. He was cribbing about a play. He abused the writer then came to director. i
was done with my two chaay and two milds
and he was still abusing the director and his all recent production, then he
came to the actor, and again he goes on and on. His voice was louder then
before or I thought so. He said the actor was stupid, full, beep beep and
immature beep and beep and one more thing beep. I was getting late. I went to
that boy (self proclaimed critic, other one was just listing. I guess, this
kind of people need someone for their mental masturbation, poor other guy) and
said “hey, how are you? Want some tea?” He was cold, Shocked.
“I”
(stupid, beep beep and immature beep and beep and one
more thing beep actor)
:) sometimes all they need is a lil hi .
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