Sunday MiD DAY's Anti-Critic Sorabh Pant is turning pink in the chaddis over the pink chaddi issue

Violent-Times Day Ispecial
Holding hands? How dare you? Why can't you lustful hippies use your hands for something better: wave a flag of political degradation, vandalise a greeting card shop run by an old man on pension or use those perverted hands to molest people who cross your moral boundary. That's the true essence of this festival of joyful hate Violent-Times Day, rated by the Anti - Critic.

The Chaddis That Are Pink
Rating: V.I. 1/2 P out of V.I.P.
If you told me that someone would not only bring my favorite dream of 'loose' women+panties to the public eye, but use said dream to make a moralistic stand point, I would have slapped you in the eye with the elastic of my boxers. But, it's happened and me standing here with a loose pair of boxers couldn't be happier with the effort.
However, I doubt it is going to work, because of the target audience of this mountain of underthings. Because, I doubt the receivers of this silken river of pink i.e. the Sene(sless) ones have ever seen said pink chaddis (or chaddis of any sort).
These chaddis end consumer (pun very much intended) shall confuse said garments for a) a weak slingshot, b) ammunition for petro-bombs or c) nifty head gear (with holes for their giant ears, that can listen to the smallest sound of totalitarian politics from a mile away). Confusion may ensue.
Though actually, their confusion might serve a greater purpose. I think we'd all forgo three Amul Fruit & Nuts and an Archies card to see a bunch of angry extremists wearing pink chaddis on their head, hurling pink chaddi fuelled petro-bombs with badly aimed pink chaddi sling shots, that land on their own head. Ah, love.