I told those guys at F bar as well as at LAP bar “Jannte nahin mera baap kaun hai?” (Meaniing- don’t you know who my pop is?) But I’m sorry to say papa that they didn’t. They didn’t know you at all. What the hell papa? You haven’t yet made a name for yourself? Even though you managed to get Mr Hooda the required votes for his Chief Ministership but still nobody knows you. And what use is such closeness if you can’t use it for your own son? Look at me. Everyone knows me even if it’s only because I’m a killer. But they all know me just the same.










