hookers paradise

Gunsey frowned. He did not have any reason to frown because both the BSE and NSE indices were more or less steady. No bullish or bearish trends were visible in the market. Still he frowned. It was becoming more and more difficult to contain the ever increasing diameter of his centre section. He had tried all the belts advertised in the Asian Sky Shop. He had purchased various types of slimming oils extracted from exotic and unheard of herbs found only in the Amazon forest or the Congo basin or the Terai. As a last resort, he had enrolled in the highly expensive aerobic classes conducted by the team of renowned apsaras Rambha, Menoka and Urvashi – RUM for short. But all to no avail. In desperation he consulted Ganesha, his namesake and a well known astrologer. Ganesha in turn referred the case to another namesake Shivaji Ganesan, the doyen of Tamil films. Unfortunately, both were clueless. Gunsey, the young Lord of Kailash, was a strict vegetarian and his devotees pampered him throughout the year with umpteen types of irresistible milk products – leading to the inevitable.
Suddenly his mobile rang to the tunes of ‘yeh kya ho raha hai?’ – it was a serial in the making under the banner of Kartika, alias Kurt, his younger brother.
Gunsey glanced at the caller ID. It was Lakme, his sister on the line. Like him, she also was into Finance. People worshipped her but her popularity was not comparable top that of Gunsey. Like his nose, which was longer than Pinocchio’s, Gunsey enjoyed a larger share of everything. Yes, including money!
‘Bhaiya!’ Lakme sounded excited ‘aap nay latest baat sooni?’
‘Kya?’ Gunsey did not seem interested.
‘Government nay decision liya hai ki farmers ko ab say free bijli milegi! Achhi khabar hai na?’
‘It doesn’t convey any meaning. As it is, farmers never pay for their bijli. They are all hookers. It is they who have perfected the art of hooking!’
‘But how will the Government make up the loss?’
‘The Government loses nothing. In fact it gains popularity. The stock of the CM soars and he jumps at the opportunity of levying fresh taxes to offset the so-called loss.’
‘You are such a cynic! You seem to know all the wrong answers’
‘My answers are cent percent correct. MBA curriculum seldom teaches the finer points of how to remain in business. You have to read between the lines.’
‘Generating funds is no child’s play.’
‘No sis, you are totally out of sync with today’s world. Multiplication, that’s the name of the game. Don’t tell me that you have forgotten that beautiful song sung by Bobby Darin in Come September?’
Lakme switched off. Multiplication was a branch on Mathematics. She disliked the subject. Her sister Sarah was the expert in such matters. A chat with her would be more meaningful.