CHANDNI BAR !!!

In India, poverty creates hunger and too much hunger leads to the poverty of social values. Oh! You are a poor girl! You are hungry! You never got a chance to go to school and become a literate person, but still you want to earn your bread and butter on your own! We will give you a job to do. Welcome to our bar. Here, you just need to dance with the tune of some sleazy music. Customers will call you at their table to serve them. Don’t worry! You will get paid for that. Whatever you earn on a single night, just keep it inside the box where your name has been printed. Oho! You have not asked the most important question, ‘Can I earn more than what I am earning now?’ The answer is ‘Yes, you can.’ There are special incentives for special performances with the customers in a full-fledged vibrating mode. For a newcomer, it is a bit tough to learn all the tips and tactics in one night, but slowly and steadily, you will learn everything. From belly dance to samba dance, you will be able to display all your natural assets. Be prepared to get raped by your relatives also but try to swallow that poison very quietly without telling anything to anyone. Before the election, all the bars get raided because some MLAs and MPs motivate their own party workers by supplying them these hot chicks. After all, a hungry stomach can never say no to those dishes of Chicken Tandooris.

Mumtaz forgot to shed tears from her eyes, because there was hardly any water in the river that used to flow in a bubbly manner within her heart. The river water has dried up. But, how can you forget that just after the summer season, there comes the rainy season. The anti-social had a regular bed-partner, but suddenly on a special night, his eyes fell on Mumtaz. Just hang on! It was just a depression; the monsoon was yet to arrive. When the monsoon came, the anti-social responded to the thunderstorm and killed the rapist. After the rainy season, the nature looks fresh and green. Luckily, Mumtaz got a hubby. At least her hubby was not like the auto-rickshaw driver who always used to force her own wife to go for special performances at rich men’s bed. But after becoming the mother of two babies, her destiny came back to square one again because she became a widow. The Bhai of Mumbai also started acting like a broker of Dubai Don. When a woman becomes a mother, she becomes desperate and aggressive. That’s quite natural as per the norms and regulations of human psychology. She made a comeback in her previous workplace again. She wanted to earn money not for herself but for her children. She had a dream that her children will become good and educated human beings.

In this Indian society, there is no harm if you are a very simple person by heart, but, also, you need to be that much smart enough to differentiate between a bad person and a good person, otherwise, you may land up in a police custody despite being an innocent person. To bail him out, lawyers demanded a huge sum of money. To meet the demand, the woman performed the vibration with a businessman and unfortunately, the educated college girl had to take up the profession of her mother for one night. Her maternal uncle watched her dance with those wet eyes. The wife of the auto-rickshaw driver committed suicide. It had to happen one day. There was no other choice for her. Every object has its own limit of elasticity. The Abhay became the real ‘Abhay’ by gunning down those two persons who molested and raped him in their own homosexual style. Mumtaz tried her level best but the brutal Indian society never allowed her to come out of that trap created due to the existing vicious cycle of economics in this developing nation. If you ever get a chance with a philanthropic mindset of your own, then please do dare to visit the “CHANDNI BAR” of Tabu and others.