of Bond,Don,IPL and Goodtimes

In a posh Club House in a remote corner of Mysore. As revelers from around the world had gathered to celebrate the 1st and the only victory in the IPL of the Vijay Mallya owned team The Royal Challengers .
“Aree devaanoon mujhe pehchaanon…kahan se ayaa …main hoon Bond, James Bond”.
Said the guy in a expensive velvet black Tuxedo with his arms spread out as he entered the ball room.
All the guys and the gals in the room looked up at him, the gals kept looking a little longer, they couldn’t help it. His masculine body, his broad shoulders, clean shaven face, with deep blue eyes was just irresistible as they swooned around him. As the music began in the ball room.
“Duniyaan mein logoon ne...”and the Bond sang along. As he and the gals swooned and danced. As for the guys, including the Mr. Mallya who wore a pissed off look for most of the IPL finally had this sense of deep relief after winning a match started checking out the skimpily dressed cheer gals he bought all the way from US, dance around this guy Mr.Bond(who was newly signed by MR.Mallya as RC's new Brand Ambassodor) saying “ huttidaree kannada nadali hutta beku, madve adare James Bond ne agabeku”.(If ur born u shud do so in Karnataka,If u wanna get married,you shud marry JAmes bond)
But Good Times don’t last long. The music stopped( much to relief of Mr.Mallya who was starting to get his “pissed off look” back)as abruptly as the arrival of Bond himself.
Caught up in the middle of a really difficult dance steps some of the cheer gals lost balance and fell, as the angry Bond looked the for the source to this untoward incident.
And then there arrived another guy in a better tuxedo , he was brawn, his black shades covered his otherwise sharp brown eyes as he walked in with petty gals dressed in their golden but stupid looking helmet on their heads clinging to him by the side .He gave a naughty dimpled smile to the cheer gals who had fell down and took out his gun which had an attached silencer, took a aim at the ‘Bhang drunk’ James Bond .’shhhDiskaaavoonsshh ’a muffled bullet was fired and it hit Bond squarely on the chest as he fell down with a thud.
And as the gals shrieked and ran to corners and hid behind the brooding but fat enough to cover their ass Mr.Mallya, the guy with pretty gals wearing helmets swinged his gun and brings it closer to his lips and blows the smoke coming out from the gun’s nozzel.
And then with the same naughty dimpled smile ,he proclaims, “Name is d…d…d..Don, simply…. d..d…d…Don!! Saale mera line copy karta hein huh Bondi??”
And the gals go weak in their knees again and start swooning around him.
And the music begins again….this time in bengali ..”Korbo lorbo jeethbo ree….All the Kings men we rule!!”
And Mr. Mallya is pissed off again as he yelled out at the new Team Manager Mr.Patel ,"Who the Hell invited this guy???”. As Mr. Patel meekly replied “Sir, due to falling popularity of our team we signed him as our Brand Ambassador aswell and named him King of GoodTimes!!!"
And thus Mr.Mallya fired Mr.Patel too claiming he was kept out of it and had no role in selecting the Brand Amassodors too to the media!!