Two in the Himalayan valleys, two in the desert-you know I would’ve loved an Ozymandias. Four in the ocean already, two on either coast, so we couldn’t go the Liberty way. This isn’t the first! This isn’t the second! There are twenty five of these monstrosities all over this country. “You know how long it took to get this design right? This is the twenty sixth giant statue in India. “It’s because of his daughter’s wedding, apparently." I’ll make sure you don’t have to deal with the contractor. Read here: THE LOUNGE 2018 YEAR END SPECIAL Now the Chinese can end all of our misery. First they insisted we work with Chinese contractors, because all the twenty-five other statues were built by Chinese construction companies, so how can our great Girdharilal’s statue be built by Biharis working for Punjabis, that’s what Manohar said, isn’t it? I remember exactly what he said. These politicians think they know everything. You know what kind of breakfast they eat there? Their company started the casting last month! Last month! If I send over new designs now they will slice us and slice Manohar and slice up all of Amma India like we’re stalks of goddamn celery. You know what these huge Chinese contractors are like? This isn’t some ordinary company either.
You thought I was going to do it, didn’t you? No way. So tell me, who’s going to talk to the contractor?" Every ounce of artistry and sweat and self-respect and anything else you care to name. “No man, it’s you who doesn’t understand. Once the basic plan was finalized, they were allowed to make three rounds of changes. “It’s one of those things that can’t be helped, Mrig. I swear to god I had a dream last week where giant bronze moustaches were falling from the sky and breaking buildings and bridges and rucking up mountains and everyone was coming up to me, crying and shrieking, carrying their bleeding children, saying it’s your fault, isn’t it, it’s your fault, isn’t it. When I sleep, that horrible moustache appears in my dreams. This Girdharilal’s head, it’s planted in my brain. “Is he out of his mind or what? I sat in his house for three months. See how I’m not raising my voice? That’s how you know I’m serious. I’m in my bathroom and I’m staring at myself in the mirror and I look like hell and my razor blades are right here and I will fricking cut myself and then I’m going to fly to Delhi and come cut you and then I’ll go to Manohar’s bordello-looking mansion in his arsewipe little state and I’ll show him a change or two. I went to bed something like three hours ago.
“Changes? Changes? What kind of bloody changes?"
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