The women around me haven’t turned any whiter, their hair any silkier, their skin any more glossy, their pimples any less ugly, their teeth (fortunately) don’t project light and well the bad news is – their underarms still smell!
The same applies to the men; the bad news being - flocks of women aren’t running after them, probably because of the non-AXEistent... oops non-existent effect; the good news being – “Since the women haven’t gotten any prettier anyway, why have them run after us?!”
The kids haven’t grown any taller, stronger and definitely not any sharper. Since ’Daag achhe hain’ my neighbours have stopped trying to get the stains off their kids’ clothes; all they do is dip the clothes in a bucket of water, add some detergent and then pray.
The other kids are too busy feeding crocodiles chocolates, in search of a new pet, to really bother about clothes.
I still see crowfeet, dark circles and a few new lines here and there on the exploited faces of the 40 pluses. No amount of colouring can hide their gray roots.
Irrespective of what age group you belong to, if you own a mobile and have tried the ‘Walk while you Talk’ mantra you have obviously experienced this- ‘Irrespective of whether the network follows or not, the dogs will always follow you!’
