Full of things that the modern world forget all about rickshaws, old stone buildings and Muslims. Ashok lived, is the bright, modern end of the city, and this place. “The Light and the Darkness both flow in to Delhi. It’s when your driver starts to read about Gandhi and the Buddha that it’s time to wet your pants.” So if your driver is busy flicking through the pages of Murder Weekly, relax. you see, the murdered in the magazine is so mentally disturbed and sexually deranged that not one reader would want to be like him - and in the end he always gets caught by some honest, hardworking police officer (ha!), or goes mad and hangs himself by a bedsheet after writing a sentimental letter to his mother or primary school teacher, or is chased, beaten, buggered, and garroted by the brother of the woman he has done in. Of course, a billion servants are secretly fantasizing about strangling their bosses - and that’s why the government of India publishes this magazine and sells it on the streets for just four and a half rupees so that even the poor can buy it. “Just because drivers and cooks in Delhi are reading Murder Weekly, it doesn't mean that they are all about to slit their masters' necks.
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