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The Donkey Route..

 




So, I stumbled upon this movie called Dunki, where SRK's hair defies all logic—seriously, not a strand out of place, even after swimming underwater and braving Russian snowstorms. I'm convinced his hair has a secret contract with the wind.


This Dunki route they take to the UK is like a twisted, illegal rollercoaster. The quartet faces more hurdles than any obstacle course. And guess what? SRK's pastel kurtis and designer jacket emerge unscathed through all of it. Just like his shirt from his 'Tide washing powder advert! Forget survival skills; that man's clothes deserve their own superhero franchise.


Now, about the Dunki expenses—it's like trying to buy front-row seats to a Beyoncé concert. A quick Google search revealed it's around ₹10,0000 at least per person. I'm here wondering how they manage that without selling a kidney or something. Maybe they have Dunki discounts or loyalty cards?


The movie's conclusion is pure Bollywood drama. After enduring all those hardships, they decide to head back to India—but wait for it—in a deportation twist! Shahrukh Khan, the ever-fit hero, tries to pull off old-man acting. Let's just say it's a valiant effort, but I've seen better acting by him in other movies.


In real life, though, I've met an  electrician in the UK who took a similar route from India but settled in Italy  for a while.He learnt to speak Italian language ,sent his kids to an Italian school.After that the whole family walked through Italy , France and finally reached  UK .Now, he owns multiple houses, runs a successful business, and employs immigrants from places I thought were just Scrabble words.


Dunki may not be a blockbuster, but it got me thinking. Life's not about what you have; it's about doing the Macarena with what you've got. Most of us often get stuck in life's standard career pathways .But it is the daring ones that take the scenic , untrodden route towards earning a livelihood.

So here's to a weekend full of unexpected detours—stay safe, stay healthy, and may your hair defy the odds like SRK's!

23/12/2023

MKP

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