Prequel: As is the trend of movies nowadays, we have to now write a prequel. Before the bank, there was the Dad.
Dad: Here you go, person-boy, here's a lovely brand new shiny car for you.
Person-boy: Wow Dad!! My own car!! It's brand new and shiny!! How do I ever thank you.
Dad: Just drive carefully Son and always be careful.
Person-boy: I will Dad, I will. I'm off for a drive. yay.
(A week later)
Person-Boy: Dad, I need money.
Dad: Have you got a girl in trouble?
Person-Boy: No, of course not dad!! I need to money to uh... Pimp my car.
Dad: OK here's 500 bucks. Go the the nearest Petrol Pimp and fill 'er up. Enjoy.
Person-Boy: Huh? I don't need gasoline. I wanna P-I-M-P my car dad.
Dad: Oh pimp. You want to pimp your car. I see. What the hell is that.
Person-Boy: You won't understand.
Dad: Well, I'm not giving you any money till i understand. How much do you need? And explain this pimping thing. Is it like registration or insurance, because i already paid that to the showroom.
Person-boy (exasperated): OK look, i need money to make my car look good.
Dad: Well, what's wrong with it now? Have you bashed it against a cow?
Person-Boy: I need wheels!!
Dad: Well, how the hell did we drive the car back from the showroom? It has wheels boy!! Looks to me like you need glasses instead.
Look, you're my son and I love you. But I want the truth!!!! The truth you hear???
Person-Boy: You want the truth Dad?? YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!! (dramatic music plays)
Dad: I need to know son. Everything.
Person-Boy (After careful deliberation, deciding to tell his dad EVERYTHING):
Pa, I need to buy cool looking wheels, blingy spinners, if that makes sense to you. The wheels need to be much larger than the recommended size by the engineers. This will also void the warranty on my suspension. Since I'm buying new sized wheels, I need to buy new tyres as well. They will have to be ultra low profile. This will completely change the ride of the car, making it hard and annoying. It will be extremely noisy and uncomfortable and will probably accelerate my lumbar failure.
Apart from this if i have money left over, i will rip out the perfectly engineered suspension and replace it with an expensive kind that makes the ride harder and lowers the car to the ground, so that if I have 4 people in the car, the tyres will scrape the body and cut themselves to pieces.
I need to replace certain parts of the engine to make everyone feel like the car is going faster. This will be expensive and in most cases, unreliable. I will suffer blowouts, oil leaks, gasket and piston failures and overall, I may go faster for a few months, but will always be returning to my tuner to repair or tweak something, for the rest of the life of the car.Also it will just make the car noisier, the car will consume bucketloads of gasoline and the engine life will be halved.
I need loads of shiny lights on the car to let people know I'm coming and a LOUD audio system to accelerate deafness. This will also result in reduced battery life. I may want to replace the battery too, with one that's not suited for my car and one that may eventually destroy the alternator and the charging system in my car.
I need to put a whole lot of stickers on my car, that I'm going to be embarassed about, next year, because the decals wont be cool anymore. When I rip the stickers out, it will take out large chunks of paint as well. I may ask you for money to paint my car then.
There's more that will come along, when I visit that guy who will be pimping up my car. Every new gadget that will come out (between my drive to the pimpers from here) will result in my guy convincing me to buy it. Such as a bluetooth back massager (It massages your back, without even being around!!) or a Seat-Tronic (It tells you how close your bum is to the seat so that you may sit in peace, knowing that the seat is behind your bum). This may not result in long term happiness, but will result in greater profits for my tuner and installer.
Now can I have the money??
Dad: No. Get out of my house.
Person-Boy: I knew it!! You couldn't handle the truth. Well I'm a grown man now!! I'm off to the bank to get a personal loan. Why just the other day, I got a call from the bank. They told me that since i had recently got a job in a call centre, earning Rs. 20,000, they would be happy to give me a loan for 3 crores that I could pay back over 45 years at an interest rate of 18%!! And If I didn't have money to pay the EMI, they would give me another loan at 17% for every EMI, that I didn't have money to pay. Thats the same as earning 1% every month!! And they said that I could live off my credit card and not pay the bill, because they would give me a new card and transfer all the balance to the new card, and give me a new loan to pay that off as well.
My future is secure.
I don't need you anymore dad. I'm off to ConBank.
The End (sad music plays) |