We R Immortal…

This was the time when a prominent TV Production was prospering by producing serials which could be best described as regressive.There was a report that this Production House and the traffic department were joining hands to instill some traffic discipline in the public, like wearing a helmet or not driving without a seat belt, through those regressive serials. And if this had happened then it would have resulted in the following conversation between Ahir and Palsi the two protagonists in the serial. This was also the time when Plastic Surgeons were laughing all the way to their banks by operating and altering the characters’ faces in the serial. 

Palsi gets up and finds Ahir missing. She calls out for him, and just then Ahir enters carrying a few vegetables in a plastic bag.

PALSI   : Ahir where have you been ?

AHIR : I went to shop for some vegetables for lunch. One has to do all the work by oneself now that the servants have deserted us, due to our poor economic condition.

PALSI : But how did you go?

AHIR ; On my bike.. As you know, all our cars have been sold or taken away by the banks.

PALSI  : I know. But where is your helmet ?

AHIR : I didn’t carry my helmet.

PALSI  : You should have. The traffic in Mumbai is increasing day by day, and God forbid if you met with an accident, and you know very well that an accident  on the bike,  can almost be fatal.

AHIR : Dont worry. We, the characters in this serial can never die, we are immortal. Even if we die, the creative heads will ensure that we live again. They will even go to the extent of exhuming our dead bodies from our graves. Look at Som Khadakwal  in Kahani Har Ghar Ki. He was dead and gone, but somehow, the creative heads, the great genius creative thinkers managed to bring him back. You remember, I was also brought back to life some hundred years ago.

PALSI : Yeh I know.

AHIR ; By the way where is Gautam ?

PALSI ; He has gone out in search of a job.

AHIR : But how did he go ?

PALSI ; On his bike.  And the sensible boy he is, he has taken his helmet with him.

AHIR ; Then God save him. You know I have coined a slogan ‘JO MAR GAYA SAMJHO KI WOH BACH GAYA.’ and JO BACH GAYA SAMJHO KI WOH MAR GAYA.He is carrying his helmet, and God forbid if he does meet with an accident, then he will by all means survive and believe me, no creative head or writer will be interested in him.  He will have to search another job, in another serial if he survives. God help him.
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