Balan's family lived in a small yellow building on Wisowa Street. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Unlike Sanjay's two buildings on Phoenix Avenue, Vidia's home has more of a historical flavor and is located in an old area that is waiting to be redeveloped.

"This is a picture taken by a photographer of a meeting between Mr. Lachey Sai and George W. Bush."

"But sir, you've never been to America."

"No, but Bush should have been here, deleted the background of the White House, and replaced it with a picture of my house."

The funny developer is not Vidia's choice, but Mulliprasad Sharma is Vidia's lover.

The Sharma is no longer an older student who has achieved nothing, but a low-key hooligan who is invincible in the world of demolition.

It is said that such an ordinary professional gangster who looks so suitable as a stand-in and has not been noticed will never be favored by Vidia.

But it can't stand others, and the way to approach the lady is unique.

The literate thug first listens to the radio and falls in love with Vidia, then kidnaps several experts to help him win the radio quiz.

"Good morning, Mumbai."

When Sanjay turned on the radio and heard Vidia's voice coming from inside, An Jiu on the other side of the table cast a suspicious look at him.

"Before I start today's broadcast, I have something to say. Ask those who live like crazy in the metropolis, is this really the life we want, and is this the way we want to die? Did the monsoon delay our train? When was the last time you walked in the rain? “

None of the five people in the room resonated with this series of questions, but there may have been deeply touched listeners in the shops and cars on the street.

"Those who are addicted to mice and keyboards, do you know who lives next door?"

Hearing this question, Sanjay looked at the other side with some weakness, and wanted to turn off the radio, but he was afraid that he would be too deliberate.

"Living in the world of mobile phones and TV, how long has it been since you've seen a good friend's smile? How long has it been since you've seen a sunset? How long has it been since you've seen the stars in the night sky? For those of you who are crazy about the city, is this the way we want to live? Is this the way we want to die? Goodbye, Mumbai. “

Sanjay put his arms around Valia and sandwich in his mouth, and listened to Vidia's radio once again on a non-existent floor.

Although such occasional listening will cause An Jiu to misunderstand, watching others be jealous of himself is a pleasure for Sanjay.

Valia didn't understand English broadcasting at first, but it didn't take long for her English to improve by leaps and bounds under Phil's teaching.

It wasn't until after an episode of Gandhi's special program that Muliprasad went to the radio station to meet Vidia as the winner.

"Oh, what a wonderful moment, what will my sweetheart look like? Hey, it's such a wonderful time, what will my sweetheart look like? Is she graceful? Is she charismatic? There's only one way to know, let's go, big brother. “

In fact, as the lyrics say, Muliprasad met with trepidation that it was indeed a beautiful woman, Vidia Baran.

From traffic police officers to petrol station workers, from streetside ice cream salesmen to passing foreign tourists, there are women from all walks of life in Mumbai who wish Mulipur Rasad a love affair. People don't even know what Vidia looks like, and simply out of the idea of good people and good people together, they bless Muliprasad's pursuit of Vidia.

"Good morning, Mumbai. Everyone is welcome to listen to your favorite broadcasts. Today we have the pleasure of having Mr. Muliprasad Sharma to do the show. How did you become so familiar with Gandhi? “

"I'm a huge fan of him, he's great and single-handedly brings democracy. He's a first-class guy. “

"Do you think that people have forgotten Mahatma Gandhi now?"

"Where's the word? October 2 is still Gandhi Day, the holiday is named after him, and I never drink. “

"No, it won't. Are you still following his path? “

"I walk Mahatma Gandhi Street three times a day."

"Haha, I'm asking if you're still sticking to his line?"

"Of course I insisted, I'm Gandhi One."

"You're saying you're a Gandhilist, right?"

"Of course, are you?"

"No, but I appreciate his values."

"For example?"

"Like I never lie."

"We have a lot in common and we should see each other often."

"You say you never lie?"

"I lied once. It was '92, and a kid was crying because he lost fifty dollars. I gave him my money and said it was what he dropped. “

"And what do you do?"

Sanjay still wanted to finish listening, but the radio had been turned off by the girl.

Looking at the girl who rolled the sheets with him because of the Greek poison that chose Bharati, Sanjay could only smile and pull her back, taking advantage of the moment before parting to reminisce.

The breakup was unpleasant, but Sanjay disappeared from school again, and none of his classmates, including Syco, were able to find out his past and address.

After reaching out to Vidia to inquire about the listener, Sanjay followed the old rules to find someone to monitor.

If the place where the family is raised is called the home of the first stroke, then the home of the second stroke is the place where the elderly talk about their ideals.

On Sunday, Sanjay made an excuse to push down An Jiu's arrangement and went to the house of the second batting to see the interesting listener for himself.

After a period of prayer, Muliprasad declared that the elders could ask any question.

"I saw a boy throwing stones at the statue of Gandhi and breaking the statue's arm. What should I do if I am still standing there laughing after smashing the child? “

"It's very simple, pull the guy in front of the statue, give him a big rock, and let him knock the statue down. Smash all the statues of Gandhi across the country and take the portrait of Gandhi off the wall. From buildings, roads, and banknotes, remove his name. If you must pay homage to Gandhi, please keep him in mind. Keep it in your heart. He paid a huge price for us, he went to jail, went on a hunger strike, and even ate three bullets, but how did we treat him? Stop hanging his portrait and let him witness our fall again. He called it the land of dreams, but we ruined it. “

"Hey, kid, the country isn't that bad, we've progressed."

The sound of slapping the table came from the headphones, and the roar of Mulip Prasad continued: "Progress a ball." There are taps, but no water. There are light bulbs, but no electricity. The roads are full of potholes and the sidewalks are full of vendors. I booked the train, but I couldn't get the ticket, and when I got the ticket, the train was canceled again. Hospitalized without a hospital bed, with a hospital bed without a doctor. Who do you complain to? Politicians push you to the clerk, who is always in a meeting. Calling the clerk's house, he was taking a shower again. When I finally found someone, he asked you to fill out the application form in triplicate. And then the application form walked around, walked around, walked around..."There was another loud bang, and Muliprasad slapped the table again, and the sticky bugs under the table may have been a little loose, and then there was a sizzling sound.

"If Gandhi had been there, he would have said that we had won our freedom, but we had lost the hearts and minds of the people."

After listening to Muliprasad's three-part Gandhi lecture, Sanjay felt that this would be the kind of politician that the people and the royal family were looking forward to.

Muliprasad leaves, and Sanjay calls to ask Vidia for dinner, but is again refused.

So in the evening, Sanjay came to Balan's house with a recent photograph of Muliprasad, and he smiled at Vidia's cold face.

Since he was returning with Mr. Balan, Sanjay was a guest and not a wolf who should be blown away.

Sanjay was afraid that she would hide in the bedroom after dinner and not come out, so he could only ask at the dinner table: "Miss Vidia seems to have been living in the dormitory arranged by the company, I don't know what she is dissatisfied with there?" “

Vidia glanced at Sanjay and said, "No, I don't need to move out of the house to the dormitory, this is also allowed by the company, the one who allowed it." “

"Don't you think Mr. Muliprasad resembles me?"

"No, not at all."

For such a headless question, the Baran family was very confused. After the meal, Sanjay didn't say anything, and like most people who finish the meal, he patted his ass and left.

For Sanjay's provocation, Vidia went to the school that Mulipur Rasad said the next day to look for him.

"Listen, the dean is more annoying than a leech, he's a severe amnesia." This is the explanation of Muliprasad, who rushed to the school.

"Relax, don't get too nervous." This is Vidia's laughter.

"Excuse me." This is the student who was robbed of his chair by Muli Prasad.

"Stop, I'm busy."

With a snap, this is Muliprasad's little brother pretending to be a teacher and pulling away the ignorant students.

"What's the matter with the headmaster?"

"I'm going to throw a birthday party for Atmaran tomorrow."

"Atmaran? The one who was kicked out of the house by his own son? “

"Yes, it's him."

"Atmaran misses his children and calls them often, but his son doesn't answer his calls. I talked to his son, but he didn't want to attend. “

"What does the headmaster have to do with him?"

"The Headmaster and Atmaran are friends, and I think Atmaran might be happy to see him."

"Don't invite him, this man kills himself every week, and even eats sleeping pills as sugar."

Muliprasad promised to take Atmaran's son to a birthday party.

According to Sanjay's report, Muliprasad went to Atmaran's son's company, carried Harry's ankle, and let him hang on the twenty-odd floors to blow the wind for a while.

Then a heartfelt birthday party was successfully held, and Atmaran's son designed a birthday plan and left a warm birthday memory for the old man.

"How did you do that?" Vidia was pleasantly surprised by the party.

"I went to his office, patiently explained to him, and then he figured it out. If it were someone else, he might have been slapped in the face and hung up outside the building. Muliprasad replied.