Long Live King Kong

I watched King Kong recently. The benign beast is huge. There are some people who want to capture him or kill him. They fire at him, indiscriminately. Nothing happens. A bullet here and there is nothing more than a pinprick for the dude.

There's another King Kong I know. In 1992 and then even in 2003 they took a shot its stomach. On 13, December 2001 and again on Diwali eve this year, they tried to blow its heart. And just a couple of days ago, they tried to blow its brains out. It just flinched, eyes squinted a little, skipped a heartbeat maybe. But nothing more. New Year is around the corner. So it's already in the mood to party. Pricks notwithstanding.

In the movie, King Kong is finally captured when it's tricked to inhale chloroform. That knocks the dude out.

But the King Kong I know and live isn't easy to deceive. Parts of it do come under the influence of different disease-causing elements, but that too may not be for long, as it learns new things every time it's hurt. It may bleed here and there, once in a while, but it heals quickly. This King Kong can't be captured, forget killing it.

So all you pricks, bring 'em on, show us what you got. King Kong ain't scared.
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