The Post Which Cannot Understand Lawyers

This Post Includes –

• Some retard called Dwivedi filing a court case against Dhoom 2.
• An analogy with fat kids in tight spots.
• A couple of lines on Fifa Manager 2007.

There has been much heated debate about the Movie Censor Board, and how much power it should have in todays society. Is such a regulatory authority really necessary in our future? Should the Board be allowed to censor scenes in movies, or should it just give them a rating? Blah-friggin-Blah. But more on that later.

Now ,visualize in your mind a fat kid. A very fat one. The types whom you (hopefully) made fun of and kicked around badly, way back in school. The types who are considered members of the ‘axis of evil’ because of their destructively dangerous farts. Imagine this kid has been threatened with dire consequences by his mother if he doesnt get his mind off food. His very sadistic, short-tempered, mentally-deranged and gun-wielding mother. Let us, for formality, also assume that said mother happens to have a very good memory, and an even better aim with the gun.

Let us again, in the spirit of creative thinking, assume that initially, the sorry losers who surround this fat kid keep talking about food. Slowly, over time, the fat kid notices a change in group conversations. They arent talking about food anymore! The kid is relieved. The kid is happy. The kid finally begins to shed a bit of weight. The kid likens himself to (a ‘healthy’) Brad Pitt. The kid thinks life rocks. The mothers gun stays uncocked.

And then, without warning, fatty foods make a comeback. The kid tries to read the papers. The first page contains thirty eight references to food. The kid listens to the radio. Songs with food-themes are in high demand. The kid switches the television on. Every advertisement and every program is about food. The kid’s aforementioned loser friends are now talking about food all the friggin time! The sky screams food. The walls scream food. Food, food, food! He cant take it anymore. You see how much he dreads the thought of food? Hold that thought.

What is the analogy here, you ask? YOU are the fat kid. Thats right, YOU. Please, Im not calling you fat, or saying that you are surrounded by losers, or that you have a cuckoo mother. What I am talking about is that deep-rooted feeling of ‘dread’.

The media drag every censor-board saga so long, you begin to feel that front-page news is worse than Page 3 news (not the pictures, mind, just the unnecessary text on Page 3). “A movie is censored!” scream the papers. A thousand people write in, expressing their anguish. All those Sunday-editorials are filled with censor-bashing and censor-defending. The censor-debate pages are popping out of every magazine. People around you just cant get over this topic.

Slowly, things change. People’s memories fade. Peace and prosperity is restored to the world (well, sort of) . Just when things quiten down a bit, when you think you dont have to read any more tiresome articles on this old boring topic, when you can almost feel it in the air – that this ridiculously irritating debate is over for now, enter Whats-His-Name Dwivedi, a lawyer.

Who is this lawyer? Ans why am I calling him a retard? This Dwivedi character, in what is most probably a publicity stunt, has filed a court case against the actors in Dhoom 2 (a movie I dont plan to watch anyway), alleging ‘obscene’ scenes. And what is this scene supposed to be? Acts of sodomy? Bestiality? Graphical depiction of Necrophilia? Crimes against children?

Actually, no. All this is over a kissing scene. Refer to Link Here.

Grow Up. Retard.

-> Badrinath.S

P.S. : FIFA Manager 2007 is almost everything you can ask for in a manager game. And I say that with the experience of having played nine Football managers

P.P.S : gg Sleeper/Vizagite@Room for getting it.

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