Thursday, July 3, 2014

Peepli Live in Jalandhar Punjabi Style

We had a Peepli Live at our village yesterday. People think of stories and make revolutionary path breaking movies to enthrall us. Imagine what happened at my little hamlet. We are basically a small agricultural village sustained by a lot of migrant labor from Bihar, UP, as is the case with the rest of Punjab. Sadly, the “Bhaiya” who is indispensable and speaks Punjabi with a unique twist replaces the Punjabi farmer!
Uma Kant Chaubey ji our night watch man sold off his cow, for a good amount and repaid off his debts. Life for them is cyclical, they borrow, get indebted to Bhaji (the Punjabi landlord) sell some possession, repay and then borrow more and get stuck again in! It’s cyclical. Well, Uma Kant sold his cow and got a fat sum of money from which the Bhaji deleted his owed sum and the rest was given back to him.
Uma Kant was rich, very rich and he gave his wife the rest of the money for safekeeping. He had to again go back to his work, you see. His wife, a simpleton, kept it in the pocket and went visiting to the other families to show off and to tell about her elevated status! It was a matter of pride and it showed their rank had increased. They could maybe afford a cooler and she might sneak in a new sari and the rest well, she would put away for the rainy day.
Poor thing, she came back and went to cook and got busy with her chores. She was cooking a special tadka dal for him with better quality rice kept only for important guests. Uma Kant came back, late and asked for the money.
And, the money was missing. An ugly domestic spat happened, abuses, a lot of wife beating, swollen face, knee and a bruised body, but no money and no answer from Mrs. Chaubey.
The next morning, another fellow laborer told him about this soothsayer who could predict from the tikka on the thumb (black ash) and would tell who the thief was and only for Rs 200.
This sooth sayer is very popular and is a young man, he checks from the ash on his thumb and magic the culprit appears.

This sounds exaggerated, and farfetched, but I know for sure that in my little pind lies the next Hindi potboiler or maybe the next Ekta Kapoor soap! I know you’re going to laugh but I think I might make my millions through this story pitch rather than farming that loses money by the second.

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