We are carrying on from where we were in this space last week. May we? Sometimes more occurs than is said, and then saying what more’s occurred doesn’t always appear wasteful. I can see, I have grown eyes. You can see. Too.

There are reasons for repeats. Now just look at Sholay. Or 2014 and 2019. (And log toh kehte hain even 2024, tauba-tauba.) Repeats happen. Sometimes out of necessity. Sometimes with no necessity. Sometimes for good reason, sometimes for unreason. Sometimes repeats happen because there is no replacement and repeat replaces repeat and it goes on and on. You get what I mean?

So we go on from last week. But not without reason or because there is nothing to replace a repeat and so a repeat is being repeated. There are reasons. There’s more to be said. Of bheed. And of afwaah. They aren’t gone. Bheed and afwaah, I mean. Useful things. Not in any helpful sort of way, but useful. You’d know, having heard of, or seen, or, Lord forbid, even suffered one or the other or both.

Imagine the gift ofa bheed to an afwaah.

Or imagine the gift of an afwaah to a bheed.

Bhaukaal. Bawaal. Jam ke. You know what I mean. But if you don’t, you soon will.

It’s the thing of dread and horror. But for some it’s the gift that does not stop to give. We know a few such. Or at least One such. The great Beneficiary of bheed and afwaah. Buddhimaan ko ishara kaafi, we all know what has been done with one and another and with combining the two. It’s the key to unbounded realms in the right hands. Or should we say, the wrong hands. Look around you. Lend your ears to what’s being said, all the time, day and night, day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year. Woh phrase hai naa kisi zubaan mein, ad nauseum…

…What have I not done that anyone else has done? What have I not achieved that anyone else has achieved? What have I notbequeathed unto you which anyone else has? (It may well be said “Oh, lots and lots and far too much” in response to each of those questions but who’ll say? Marna hai kya? Chalo, aagey badho.)…

…Look at me. Look at yourselves. Tell me you are not in a presence so high and exalted that it has never been your fortune to be under. I have opened the gates of heaven to you and given to you my most selfless self because for you and you alone it is that I have been appointed and sent…

Sajan re jhooth mat bolo

Khuda ke paas jaana hai

Na haathi na ghoda hai

Wahaan paidal hi jaana hai.