Wot is his plan to come every morning and play de blessed musical instruments to calm me down?

Illustration/Uday Mohite

Lobo Lobo came over — he was confused, he was stressed.

“Bloody Dikuna men, voting day has arrived… BMC elections… who are you voting for..?” he asked. 

“Why do you ask Lobo Lobo?” I enquired.

“See men… during dis BMC elections espeechely, I have all kinds of ‘janjat’, I go to vote, my name is not on de rolls, even when I show my Aadar card, still men, o foe, all dees candidate blighters come and see me — trou de whole last week, one after anudder dey are ringing my doorbell. One fellow came dressed up in wedding clodes wid full baaraat tings, I tought so is he getting married only. Anudder guy tolded me dat he is concerned about de environment, he will be growing many trees and saplings in Virar. I tolded him, bindaas, ‘You bleddy sow dese seeds, dese trees will g  row in tirty years, how it’ll help me. I’ll be under de ground in a coffin, I’ll see........

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