Today I guess I realized what Modi-fied means to people. Getting a drop back from the town to the suburbs in a Jag, the conversation was only Modi. Now I don’t understand either cars or politics, on top am hungry, I hate to have sprouts for snacks unlike my colleagues and it’s 31st but Citibank shows no sign of any credit message. Then I got a taste of Modi diet. It works like Atkins or maybe better. With a little dose it fills you up. Every person spoke in a manner as if Modi has come personally and whispered in their ears his exact plans for the next few months. The entire skyline was dissected to me highrise wise, floor wise, parking wise and road wise-as to how Modi will clear all impediments in a jiffy. I feel sorry for him at the end of sea link. Imagine his pressure of performance. It’s like a magic pill in Alice in Wonderland. My hunger pangs have completely vanished listening to the 7 crore and above stories. My jag ride is over. Have to pray to get an auto. And Citibank is not talking to me.
Posted on: Sat, 31 May 2014 14:00:03 +0000
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