| Thrash Women to get Chaddis |
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| Written by Virag | ||||||
| Sunday, 23 May 2010 11:18 | ||||||
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This is a true conversation. It is being represented here to tell people about the true objective behind The Pink Chaddi Campaign. For reference it has been given a befitting reply by The Pink Condom Campaign. It so happened that an over-enthusiastic Samaj Sevi whom we call as SS called up Nisha Susan, the co-coordinator for the “The Pink Chaddi Campaign”. Here’s the conversation between them. Tring Tring Tring. Nisha: Hullo. SS: Madam I have heard something about the pink Chaddi campaign, are you the coordinator. Nisha: Yeah I am.
SS: Madam, please give me some chaddis. Nisha: But these are female chaddis, you are a male. SS: But I need chaddis, madam. I will exchange them, please give me. Nisha: No, no you seem to have misunderstood the whole thing. We take these chaddis and we will give them to Pramod Mutalik. SS: Who Pramod Mutalik? Nisha: Hey you don’t know him? The guy who thrashed women at Mangalore pub. SS: But madam I have not thrashed anyone, why are you denying chaddis to me. I need them, I am badly hit by recession. Nisha: Hey, you, just shut up you moron. SS: What is this madam, I am talking so nicely to you. The man who thrashed women, as per you, is going to be gifted with chaddis and you are abusing me, who has done nothing. This is not fair madam. Nisha: Don’t waste my time. SS: Madam please don’t hang on. I can give you condoms. I have heard some Pink condom campaign has started to oppose you. But I am with you madam. You give me 4 chaddis for 2 condoms I will spread your word, Madam. Nisha: What??? SS: Yes madam 4 chaddis for 2 condoms. Recession time madam, salary cut, job cut madam. Nisha: Listen Mr. these chaddis are meant for Mutalik who thrashed women at pub. SS: I see. So you mean to get chaddis I have to go to a pub, locate “loose and forward women” and thrash them?? Nisha: You do whatever you want to. Phone hangs. SS tells his friends they will need to thrash women to get chaddis. They all get dejected and leave the place. Quote this article on your siteTo create link towards this article on your website, copy and paste the text below in your page. Preview : Powered by QuoteThis © 2008
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