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I immediately kneeled down and prayed, "Thank you God, Kindly extend the strike indefinitely." I knew I was being selfish because living of a large number of poor cine workers depends upon the daily shoots of TV serials. But the need for properly cooked food, fit for human consumption, nevertheless, had made me greedy. Suddenly my friend Sharma came running, "Bhatti sahib, suggest a good doctor. My wife has gone into a serious depression. She cannot tolerate the wait to know what happens to her favourite character in the serial. If she doesn’t get back to normal I will have to do all household chores." I realised that this could happen to my wife, too, so I frantically prayed again. "Oh God, end the strike soon." A scriptwriter was kidnapped by an underworld don. The writer was pleading before the don to leave him, as he didn’t have enough money to pay the ransom. The don said, "Who’s asking for the money. Just reveal to my wife what becomes of Ragini and Sadhna in the next episode of Bidai."
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RECENTLY,
when my wife suddenly started taking interest in cooking, I was
extremely happy. But at the same time, I was wondering at the sudden
change. "Wah kya kofta hai! (What a delicious kofta.)
After ages I am having well-cooked food by you," I uttered while
slurping the curry. My wife said, "Because of the ongoing strike
in the television and film industry, the TV channels are only
repeating the episodes of my favourite soaps. It is out of sheer
boredom I am spending time in the kitchen."