Mr. Moudi the Invincible

I have been there since time immemorial, but chose to lie low and let others play on. Of late, however, activities which risks tarnishing my image have made me disconcerting and have compelled me to open up.

I’ve observed that the plethora of innovative ideas used in fund drives across places and cultural setup forms part of our colourful life. Among the many, eliciting funds through sale of annual calendar was and is still popular. It can come in the form of free will donation or at certain rate ‘and above’. The premium ones come with the tag ‘donation’ specially when it relates to new building constructions. Apart from expectation to buy one, you are also given a certain quota to help sell it. Those gifted in sales manage to dispose of it. The less smart ones keep it without even opening the bundle, only to be dumped after the year finally ends.

Sale of Lottery tickets, which you never ever won in your lifetime, was no less an attraction. Out of compulsion, philanthropism or willingness to try your luck against all odds, you finally bought the ticket which had cost your quota of expenditure for a week or more. With no chance of winning even a consolation prize, you only expect to hear from the seller of ticket that someone from another colony, town or community has won it. Despite this, you ensure that the ticket is kept at a safe place which I suspect, could be to avoid a situation where you are to be the miraculous winner but found that your ticket have been misplaced. The D-Day finally arrives and you hear nothing about the draw. The person who sold you the ticket didn’t seem to bother about it either. Finally, somehow you managed to see the result with your own eye and now after having been convinced yourself of being one among the unlucky one, you find it more satisfying to tear the ticket into pieces and throwing it into the dustbin than to just throw away like that. It is also not uncommon to hear people say ‘I’ve even forgotten about the lottery and don’t even know where I’ve kept the ticket’ which I think is not true.

Sale of Calendar and Lottery Tickets, however, comes with the risk of being banned or curbed in public interest on account of being a financial burden to common man especially during festive season and also help curb spendthrifts who believe in their luck a way too far.

Now, my turn has come, with the unique exception of being immune from being banned or curbed when I am engaged in fund drives. My take is that pampering one’s gastronomy is in itself a public interest. I have stood the test of time on not only being an ambassador of love, gratitude and bonding but also in helping generate funds for noble cause. I am also known as the ‘King of Meat’, I come into form through the choicest of meat prepared with dedication, care and sacrifice. Though it may cost a fortune and cut deeply into one’s budget, I still find takers. Now, with the onset of festive season, please be prepared to keep budgetary provision for the ‘King of Meat’. While wishing you all, who partake of me, love and good health, I must in candour say, that ‘rock solid bones’ and ‘unfamiliar parts’ which you are likely to find on opening your prized packet are not part of my endorsement. Most important of all, don’t tell me later that I didn’t warn you about choosing those heavier ones only to be greeted with another ‘rock solid bones’.