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Are appearances important?

Priorities shift in life. I remember being a compulsive spendthrift, splurging on new clothes, accessories and entertainment.

The last splurge happened on the eve of my wedding.

Now I revel in the pleasure of passing on small little gifts of happiness to my wife and the apple of my eye.

While prospects of grooming me were discussed, a funny parody began weaving in my mind.

Just imagine a meeting arranged by Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru to discuss an important agenda…

Dressing up Gandhi.

“ Bapu, it’s high time you started wearing something, at least. I know you have the balls to take on the British. But why should I be the one to be reminded of that every time I see you getting up from the charka?

“Look at me. I have my all my stuff laundered at London. We are having a ball (ahem) too. Don’t you get bored with this loin stuff?

“I’ll be the Prime Minister, soon, and I don’t want you hanging around (ahem) in this manner. Chalo, let’s go to old Bond Street and we can pick up a couple of snazzy suits along with some matching blings. I can call up Ed and ask her to help us with the shopping.”

Cut to Bapu and Nehru in the 21st century looking down on us from the so called heaven.

“Bapu, kuch bhi bolo… “Nothing in India has changed. We still have all the money, and all the money still has you.”

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