so he said, amidst thundering applause and an orgasmic sweep of digital trumpets-
"my name is Khan...and i am not a terrorist."
and so we gasped in mock horror (of course)-
"your name is XYZ...and you are not Barrack Obama!"
well, the 'mock horror' part might be\could be edited for the sake of maintaining an iota of humility, for proclaiming sheepishly to the world- these things do affect us, sachhi!
so Karan Johar threw at us a fake Obama. that's the best\the most\(er, the least?) the asparagus syndrome-hit Rizwan Khan gets for all his travails. that's the best we get for having chanted 'yes we can!' in our sleep. that's the best Mother Teresa gets for having prepared her table with lip-smacking vittles for her worthy fellow inmate?
and this man turns....no he won't...but he is...no not reall...and then, he really does turn. he turns to reveal a set of black eyes, a glistering set of finely-structured teeth, bubbles of benevolent confidence strung firmly round his slightly perked up ears....and yet, he was no Obama. Anurag, Sharad and i conjectured over his identity, (to allay your shock let me assure you that we possess in our itinerary, acres and acres of spotless nothingness.)and decided that he could be a potential porn star. "yes he is! look at that masochistic gleam in his eyes...he is all ready for a spank!"- declared Sharad (and hey, who am i to refute him on that?)
but the settling tide of agitation in Rizwan Khan's eyes was strangely unsettling. he smiled. so did his wife. so did the picture of their dead son, a victim of religious violence. and so did we. "the film was gooood!", we gushed (albeit partially to drown the guilty pricks of missed classes!) but definitely, the film was gooooood, na?
so we would settle for less. the message has reached its destination, now to hell with the authenticity of the destination!
as one of our wise professors stated- when you have great expectations prepare to face hard times.
p.s. the fake George Bush was strangely, not so fake.
(note from the dead author- the idolatry and salivating over the American Dream, specially form the infinite distance of this, my native land, is ridiculously unfunny....and i am no party to this.)