BLOGAM

DADU’s CAR Dadu's car was his prized possession. So important was his car in life that none could coax him to part with it. He loved his car so much that he made it a point to maintain it in pinkest of her health. Dadu stays “smitten” by his prized possession – love him, or hate him – it is true to be believed to play a pivotal role in his life. In all his strength and weaknesses, he would call out in a voice that thundered his passion for his paramour. The car too would lovingly respond to his gentle caresses and never would show any deterrence or arrogance of failure once keyed in to life. Dadu, in all his gaiety, dressed in his best armour drawn from the beautifully crafted wardrobe designed specially by Chinese carpenters, would sit behind the wheels to take control. Whizzing past many a pothole common to roads in Kolkata, speed breakers that pop up from nowhere and many an idiot on way swerving with élan on his majestic warhorse. It would be hard to justify the a