Kutte ki phati pari hai.
Bunty couldn't have phrased it better. Yossarian is sitting on me, eyes wide open salivating, heart beating fast, aghast.
Apparently what we hear, dogs hear a thousand times louder.
Easy, boy, easy, i mutter, incognito, to dog.
The dog is staring at a picture of Christ. There's a senseless palindrome here, representative of perhaps the greatest dependency known to man, with his best friend as conduit.
Dog God. Standing in for man God. Taking me downstream on a stream of consciousness to one of my own. A more equal one though.
Chugh called my mum this morning. Told her he was off to be Suresh Natrajan's (or whatever the fuck his name is)'s assistant in Bombay.
Mum told me later. I knew of this. Had known of it for a month. Come to think of it, had known of it for many months.
Chugh is my art partner. I'm a copywriter.
Over the course of the last few months, Chugh had been arschfiched. Make that benevolantly arschfiched. Benevolantly because it was all done, mysteriously and unconvincingly, which translates into rather stupidly, under the garb of benevolance. 'Well Done Chugh', for instance, 'you saved the meeting again today, you've just earned no admission into any client meetings furthermore.' Then we would clap and make fun of Chugh's accent.
Who's to blame. Well, me.
Chugh's copy partner - Lucifer, Diablo, Satan.
Not entirely my fault though, i was born evil.
So when I got the promotion and Chugh didn't, it was only natural that i stab him in the back and go sign my letter, instead of refusing the promotion (a.k.a. the right thing).
Cut to a year ago, when Chugh and i were making love over a cup of coffee, muttering 'I'm in advertising because of you' and vice versa.
Cut to right now. With Yossarian stunned by the crackers, salivating over the laptop.
I've lost an art partner. It's hard to find someone who understands you. Actually, make that next to impossible.
It's a dog eat dog world, i think to myself, Chugh would've done the same thing.
'Kutte ki phati pari hai', Bunty mutters again.
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
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