AC's Career Fair

Mother asking son - "Beta, what do you want to be when you grow up?" The son replies - "Mama, I'll be the greatest scientist of all time just like Arcane Crapper..."

(Sound of a record screeching to a halt)

What if AC was a writer??

Papa to Mama - Oye Bablu ke amma, sunti hooooo??? Bablu ke birthday ke liye hum use kya de?

Mama to Papa - Haye jee, mujhe sharam aathi hai bathane mai...

Bablu to papa - Papa, mujhe AC ke tarah badaaaa writer banna hai.... Mama tho AC se sharmaathi hai... Birthday ke liye mujhe AC ka latest book chahiye papa...

(Sound of a record screeching to a halt)

Scene shifts to Palace Grounds, Bangalore...

AC is playing the guitar like a god and singing heavy metal songs... the coloured lights are swaying to the tune of the guitar god... Hot and well endowed babes in Mini-skirts are crying AC's name and fainting when AC hits a guitar riff... the atmosphere is electric!!!

Guy to his gal - Ba-haybe... I, y'know, am gonna be like, y'know, like AC, y'know, a guitar god, y'know... He starts bowing down before AC...

(Sound of a record screeching to a halt)

Maybe AC should have been an Actor...

There are thousands of Romans cheering on AC, the blogger who defied the Emperor of Rome yada yada... The huge Amphitheatre... the intoxicating noise of the crowds... they seek, they crave, they lust for AC's prowess in the arena...

My name is Maximus Arcanus Crapperus. Lover to a ravaged bike, Husband to a murdered blog, Servant to the true Emperor of Rome, Marcus Aurelius Bloggus... And I will have my revenge, in this post or the next...

(Sound of a record screeching to a halt)

AC jerks back to reality... The bloody mosquitoes wake him up... Prospective careers indeed!!!