A word in the Hindi language used to define "someone who make out a living by making monkeys/bears/or other animals dance". If this word can be used in the modern day daily context of our life, I am sure we will all be able to draw multiple inferences.
Now interestingly as we have all evolved from the apes, it means that we can also dance to music beats, do lunges, jump around performing acrobatic. To top it all, scratching our heads not knowing what else to do to please our masters.
Our masters are very hard to please, they often visit us every year once or probably every 5th year commanding us to click on some button that they please. Oh! don't take me wrong as am not any extraordinary Bandar complaining against my masters and trying to bring a change.
I am happy that my masters love me and shower me with gifts once in a blue moon. A couple of years ago I saw a road that had no potholes and it amazed me. I couldn't believe that my Madaari spoilt my rocking road with a paved tarmac. Well then it didn't turn out to be so bad as the same road turned into a swimming pool as soon as the monsoon arrived and we were allowed to take a dip in the holy water. I was happy again to know that the money I had earned with all my hard work was put to such good use and to my benefit.
However, I have some other Madaari's in my life too and they are equally competent and have immense potential. Some of them can even be more generous than my 1st Madaari. Most of them are found at the place where I go daily to show my skills and acrobatics (kalabaziyan, kyunki hum bhi baazigar hai).
The only regret is that I do not have any friends there, somehow everyone acts friendly but loves bitching(I do not know what's the monkey term for this) and back biting. They love pulling each other down and always in a frenzy to showcase their talent to the Madaari there. I somehow feel that even though the Madaari is a nincompoop, he is very respected because he pays us well for the same repeated act that we perform everyday. Last year he even gave us all a thing called 'Bonus', which sounded like a garden full of bananas but turned out to be a bag full of peanuts.
It was very disappointing! Chirkut Saala!
Anyway moving on and to be continued.......
