Moolah Matters!

If I were a girl, I 'd be an item girl. I would then dance to an item song.
Which song? Isn't it obvious?
'Babuji zara dheere chalo, Bijlee khadi, yahan Bijlee khadi!'
Why do I want to be an item girl?
Well, then I 'd be well-paid. Money is all we need in this recession-struck world.
If only there were very-many rich people who 'd give money to my festival, Article-19. Ugh, money's the shit. My friends and I are looking for sponsorship, knockin' on corporate doors. Eh. The standard excuse is recession. With the global markets taking a downward plunge and the trend being that of relative poverty, we can only pray for some rich man's generosity to shower us and make our festival rich and successful.
While we are at it, we know that money is not all that important. We can't do without it but we can do with little bit. My friends and I are cool, we aren't the party pooper kind... We will pull off Article 19 with the jazz despite having little money!
Little money is not a deterrent, it is just tad disappointing.
Anyway, our condition is not so bad yet that we have to ask for chanda, so it's still cool.
And if nothing works out, I shall do some cross-dressing and dance to:
'Babuji zara dheere chalo, Bijlee khadi, yahan Bijlee khadi!'
By the way, if you know somebody who can help us do some fund-raising, mail me at mister.bijlee@gmail.com