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Raag Bindas: Eat to Live or Eat to Die?: Stomach, Wallet and Money

Titles: Hungry And Sukhu, Maghte Na Mette. (Chelvani) A wife repeatedly demands from her husband to increase the household expenses. Once the husband got angry and said, 'Are you asking for money… money… eating my life every day?' The wife thought this had to be taught a lesson. The next day, she sent her husband to get vegetables and said, 'Come and get five-six kilos of tomatoes if you want…' The poor husband went to the vegetable market, there he bought tomatoes for Rs. 150. Kilo fainted after hearing the price. At the hospital, the doctor did a check-up, etc., but the reason for the fainting was not understood, so he asked his wife, 'What happened to them last?' The wife said, 'Nothing. I just sent to buy tomatoes.' On hearing the doctor said, 'Oh…heard the prices of tomatoes? Hey nurse, this is me. C. Lay next to Dr. Pandya in the U.' By reading about politics, our B. P. Stopped reading, writing and watching politics since it started going up and down like the stock market. Then it came to know from the direct news that now the prices of tomatoes have started to skyrocket again. Although tomatoes are worth as much as a side actor in a multi-starrer big film, today tomatoes are getting 'super-star' status! So, if tomatoes are floating in vegetables, normally we don't even pay attention to them, but now suddenly, they have become an expensive item like gold and silver. A few years ago, when the price of tomato rose in a similar manner, a leader said: 'Tomato to sirf amiroon ke khane ki cheese!' Is it awesome? All these years we ate tomatoes but we didn't know ourselves that we were really rich! Even after knocking back the tomato-sauce bottles and emptying them, we didn't realize that we were dishing out our 'amirai' as a sauce and not a 'sauce'. Many times the tomatoes floated in the dal-vegetables and were scattered without being eaten, but did not know then that they were not considered a symbol of our wealth knowingly or unknowingly! A woman told her sister, 'I send a letter to the husband of Bajuwali with 'I love you' written on it. Which went into the hands of his wife, then what happened!' 'What, saying?' “The next day, Bajuwali came and said to me, 'Sister, please take my groom.' It hurts a lot. In return I will send you two kilos of tomatoes every day.' It is believed that tomatoes are beneficial for the body, full of vitamins, can prevent cancer..all that is good but 'tomatoes are only food for the rich' was heard by a leader for a few years. However, there is no age to learn something new. Stylish women drink a cocktail called 'Bloody Mary' by mixing vodka with tomato juice. Aam Adami can call tomatoes 'Bloody Mera' because they have blood-burning prices. Now, if nothing else, tomatoes like tomatoes are also hitting the poor or middle class. As we buy gold, now there will be investment in tomatoes too. No wonder now if banks issue 'tomato-bonds' like gold-bonds. Perhaps there is also a divine possibility of making special designs of tomato ornaments. It is possible, the government will impose a luxury tax on tomatoes! If it happens that people deposit their black money in Swiss banks, it will not be surprising if they deposit 20-25 kg of tomatoes there. Interval: My heart is heavy and my condition is poor. (Mariz) The value of a thing when it becomes expensive. In Hindi films, colorful scenes like Italy's 'Tomato-Festival' are shown, in which people there throw outrageous tomatoes at each other like water balloons.. . But now the Censor Board might take a swipe at such scenes as such tomato colored scenes may hurt the sentiments of the tomato-less public! Could riots break out between the rich and the poor in the country over scenes of bloody tomato juice, threatening peace? Also, the producer-director who uses tomato juice to splash on the heroine's white saree may face an income-tax red herd: 'Where did you get such expensive tomatoes?' A 10-year-old girl was not growing tall. So parents took him to a Mahatma. Mahatma said, 'Name this 'Monghwari'. So that its height will increase by leaps and bounds.' The parents named the girl 'Monghwari'. Since then its height started to increase automatically. Then the height increased to such an extent that the flat had to be sold and a bungalow with a high ceiling was bought so that the daughter could fit in it. When the girl's name was changed as she grew taller, it was common in the house. Inflation is increasing so much that the government, like vegetables, also imposes c. B. The investigation of I. can be bumped! It is said: 'An Apple a Day, Keeps the Doctor Away' – By eating an apple a day, the doctor will automatically stay away… But now it's time to bite the apple and keep the doctor away. Well, our red blood has become cheaper than the red juice of tomatoes. Alas, today even petrol has become cheaper than tomatoes. Wow… now what could the 'better days' be? End-titles: Adam: Will you eat tomatoes? Eve: No. Pish! }

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