Upendra Page #4

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Y0uv've switched off the lights

ate like the bulls

...and slept like the dead bodies

lam the one who'll fulfill

your death rituals

Only I would do it

Don't you love your son?

I feel ashamed to

call you mom and dad

I have some work in the morning

Wake me up early

- Take it

-Mat!

I will sleep inside

You sleep on the mat

- Seems mom, dad

-Sinful deeds!

- Sinful deeds!

- We can't do anyihing

Are you his father?

Everybody in this town

are his father and mother

He would go to the house of his choice

and make merry over there

Soon after waking up in the morning...

Damn!

Is this a tiffin?

I rarely come here

But you have

deliberately added salt in this

Not like that!

- Not like that!

I will smash your face

You will go to the hell if you

can't give the tiffin to your son

Time and again

you are saying as father and son

We have grown our son very good

ls he your son?

I came here after hard toils but

you claim this fatso to be your son

You are a loafer father, a rogue, a sick

See, you will be destroyed for

troubling hard working people like us

Hard working!

Do you work hard?

-No -lt's farmers who work hard

Farmers grow rice by hard work

Someone brings that to

the store by hard working

People buy it by working hard

What the hell would you

do in between? Seems hard working!

You are enjoying quietly

in your father earned property

- This fat fellow will enjoy

your property - Oh gosh!

You fat fellow

You scoundrel!

Our country does not

need fat fellows like him

We need people like Vishweshwarayya

who studied under the street light

Not fat fellows

like these for India

You fatso, dirty fellow, loafer!

First of all it's wrong for a

son to enjoy his father's money

If I were to become a PM I'll ban

which allows father's property to son

I will do such that

father's property doesn't go to son

Only then people like you won't

make properties for four generations

Everybody will be equal

You fat fellow!

Iam also your son like him, mind it

Why can't I become your son?

Bloody this fellow has become a rice

bag by eating all the rice in the store

Four families can eat his one time's meal

Father he has come!

Mother it's my dress!

My necklace, my glass!

My glass, my dress

You stupid, Mind you there is

nothing for anyone in this world

You can't even take your

body with you when you die

Seems my dress!

Fantastic hair style

You scrap go away

Stupid laughing at me

Oh gosh!

-Look at that crazy fellow

Why are you looking at me like that?

- What

Are you asking me the same?

It's my wish I can wear and roam

Who the hell are you to ask me?

You too have a desire to wear like this

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