Modi modi kahan modi kahan (main) modi modi ittefaaq se...says a seductive song from a recent hit movie. Oh heck! not quite. Maybe it was mudi and not modi. But what the hell! Nowadays that's the only bit of repetition you can encounter when you switch on your TV screens and when you leaf through the cripsp newspaper of the day. And Goddamn it, it sure isnt any ittefaq that our bronzed villain with his price posessions make it to the front page everyday and hog the centrestage at every practically every discussion in the 9 o clock slots in TV channels, for more than a month (it certainly seems so...we TV chaps have a habit of exaggerating, you know!)...so move over Sexbabas, sania, shoaib, amina, fatima, fatso-ma(whatshername)..we have the new man whose shady dealings can guarantee you entertainment more than when you watch a ball soar past the boundary for a six or when the rattling of stumps seems music to your ears in the ongoing IPL. Mr Modi is the essential powerman who has been allegedly corrupted by power, money and a little more power. You ca almost picturise him as a cheroot-smoking villain sitting cozy in his chair (shun the suit ala sanjay dutt in that 'not-quite-wow-but-jao' commercial) with arm candies like priyanka chopra, shilpa shetty, preity zinta or celina jaitley or some firang babe by his side, practising modisatva. He is the quintessential wily fox who can turn tables with his clever calculations and manipulations. The I-T raids have opened a pandora's box to be sure but the main treasure chest is still hidden away somewhere in some swiss suite perhaps guarded by brawny bodyguards and ofcourse, brainpower and money.
SO who spoiled it all? Enters our suave smart 'I taak in englees, I waak in englees' mr tharoor, who hates travelling in cattle class and misquotes saudi arabia (in lieu of women or dates?). But still the henchman creates a goof up costs modi dear. Power crazy, he is too. and tries to influence modi in disclosing details about a new team in the next IPL, with a will to 'mentor' the team. But whenever there is a women involved, case twisted hai boss(I can hear miss pushkar crying aloud that she has to face the ordeal only because she is a woman...well I sympathize with you but nevertheless, clean dealings are scanty miss pushkar...proofs are apparently nowhere, sweat equity or whatever) SO Mr Tahroor and miss pushkar(God bless them...private souls) enter into a jugalbandi and despite Mr modi's efforts to let aapno amdavad buy a team in IPL, Kerala with its chartbusting literacy rate, dupes modi's intentions and Kochi is born. And Modi is fuming. But reports suggest that there can be another little character in our story. The man who has head in clouds, Mr Praful patel. Patel saab is alleged to have played the role of a messenger between tharoor and the IPL. and another list of shango-pangos like patel's sweet lass daughter, or his not-so-sweet-lass-secretary etc etc who might have transpired in the dealings. Then again another newspaper claims that the funds disclosed by patel might have been spiked and intentionally so, at the behest of modi, to make tharoor lose his track. Ho hum! Now isnt that a bit too much now? I-T steps in meanwhile, with stepbrother ED and conduct raids and raise allegations that can be 1 out of the existing million. come on guys, so many twists in the tale is bittering the suspense and thrill. The viewers are getting confused. And soon you think that such things are commonplace, trite. It happens in every business or the other. So what if it is IPL? So what if guru Ezekiel or Mansoor Ali Khan Pataudi or Boria Majumdar does not get tired discussing about cheap thrillers every evening?
So before a Khan may be held responsible for fudging accounts or a Zinta be accused of fixing matches or Modi be sacked or Tharoor be deported to America or Patel be let scot free or Manohar takes charge of the IPL mess and makes more money than modi, you will inevitable switch off your TV and pick up and read an Agatha Christie and mutter 'Kitna filmi hai saala'. Here dies another saga after Shoaib-Sania, a natural death...
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