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Time for Show Baazi

A fledgling party like AAP does not qualify for political discourse or debate as opined by a columnist.Hate to name him as that will barter mutual rage or insinuation. But he writes for a prominent paper. Probably he has read my blog as is evident.When I spoke of the 'Mango man' it referred to the kith of a prominent leader not Arvind Kejriwal.The 'halo' does not refer to the latter.

Coming to the point the AAP has not evolved into a gargantuan size for the fact that they are being nudged and jostled by bigger parties to get noticed.Show Biz thrives in a city like Delhi.That reminds me of the recently released film 'Satyagraha' did not make a mark as expected because the director of this good film has a low profile in Delhi. I do remember his fledgling days in film making when he made documentary films for FD (Films Division).This body educates the audience about India and the world just before an entertaining film is shown.Today the FD is non-existent.

Show Baazi also means when the tailors get an opportunity (***** means 5-star) to showcase their talent through Ritu Kumar, Sabyasachi, Rohit Bal etc...the event is BIG. Fortunately these 'mahaan' designers held fashion shows recently that was termed'Bridal Wear'.Oh to see brides (models) wearing black. Shocking but why black? Only Grooms should know what black portends.

To speak of the lesser known facts about India's financial maze. Do keep wondering about the seven new banks to be announced soon by the few industrial heavyweights. Money-laundering, capital transfers, bulk selling or buying of stocks are quite innovative (read manipulative) ways to prepare for the General Elections. Media barons will be on sedatives to overlook these deals. Silence is Golden...Gold....Yellow metal. Do not indulge in yellow journalism - choose any colour but black.    
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