Notwithstanding the rapacious and not so well-intentioned ribbing that I gave pappu, he agreed to speak with me, probably because his mummy wasn't there to explain the concepts of sarcasm and irony that I laced my 'compliments' with and because mummy also told him that he needs to get out more and not stick to choreographed and what I like to call drive-by-speech-performances all the time. The mangoes in the country are beginning to get suspicious.
When asked about pappu's recent theatrics in what is lovingly being called the R-Bomb, he had this to say: ' Arre, what is the power of mummy? You go to Rajpath, and people are dancing around as per her commands, you go to 7 RCR and there is Mannu uncle who usually just lays about and even he is dancing to her tune, that is the power of mummy. And mummy wants to show this power to every Indian, not some, not many but All Indians. She said pappu bete, you are growing up now, you must learn to go beyond mummy's
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A Confederacy of Dunces