Nowadays the babu is a trader.
A broker.
On WB.
He has forgotten to write.
He gets up early.
Logs in.
Looks for his points.
Like sensex.
One day he lost three thousand points.
Within seconds.
Months of painstaking hard labour gone to ashes.
He was left with hands on his forehead.
"How will I survive at this rate?"
So he has forgotten to write.
And spends his time staring at the PC...
Lest he lose some more points.
Nowadays the babu has become a fisherman.
On WB.
Lots of shouting in the background.
Like a fish market.
Fishermen haggling for the best fish.
Mine is best..mine is best..each says louder than others.
The babu is a haggler.
Like others.
He is a miser.
He holds on to his hoarded gold points like coins.
He is afraid.
He may lose thousands suddenly.
He is always staring at the screen.
Ready to pounce like a tiger at someone who climbs ahead of him.
He claps in glee when he wins few meagre points.
But almost gets a heart attack when he sees his downfall.
He has forgotten to write.
