INX Media presents, the 300-crore lacklustre that visually FX: Teen Fool, ek Indrani aur ek transfer. Starring in 3-Dimensional order: Das, Khanna, Mukerjea. Special guest disappearance: Sheena. Child artists: Mikhail, Vidhie, Rahul. Produced by: Indrani. Co-Producers: Siddhartha, Sanjeev, Peter. Directed by: one driver. Plot: Raigad. Witnesses: A cop who buried the cops, err, corpse. Flashback: 3 years ago. Current location: Khar police Station and Bandra court. Music: Bombay Police. Lyrics: O Maria! O Maria! O Maria! Courtship period to begin soon. Expected number of years to run: 25. All frights reserved.

The unmtimely and tragic demise of a child wakes up the world to take note of the "migration" issue. Back home, Bombay has it's own "complex" problem of "migrant population", that seeks refuge in it's narrow gullies, water-pipelines, makeshift shanties, etc, since they did not have the fortune and privilege of being born here. They come here for a better future, only to be beaten up and discriminated against. I wonder, how a hue-and-cry is created when an Indian is beaten up mercilessly or discriminated against in a foreign land. However, the same powers-that-be turn a blind eye when their State coalition partner resorts to arm tactics threatening and abusing citizens in their own country, on grounds that "migrants" dirty the city! Of course, those spreading hatred, also permit proliferation of slums for these "migrants" for a few lakhs per shanty per month! Simple politics: divide and drool. By the way, aren't we all "migrants" on Earth? Huh? Phir Kyon tumne Maraa-tha-badaa?

Ecocomically speaking, soon, none will have any scope left to waste food in the company cafeteria on grounds of "poor quality" (atleast it's some notches above the worm-infested meals served to India's future millions in their midday lunch). It would be disappointing for a lot of cool and suave urban inhabitants, since they won't have any opportunity to leave behind left-overs following lunch/dinner outings and team gatherings. Er, how will lavish marriage meals happen? How will star airlines, lounges and hotels serve their guests sumptuous cuisines? What will the couple eat when they they step out for a date? How will mummy cook that favorite dish of mine? The answers to some of these questions lie somewhere buried in the hinterlands of India, midst vast farms of rabi, kharif, rice, pulses and vegetables, where a Producer of fuel for India's growing Human Resources, commits suicide, Sunday to Saturday, leaving his orphaned family behind. So mate, the next time you fill your plate, don't abandon food on pretext of a full "pet"; simply think like a jawaan, who cares for his Kisan, and change your mano-vigyan. After all, Jiye Kisaan, (hence) jiye jawaan.