Every underdog has its day. And Raghu's share of the good life is long overdue him. The roof leaks, his mother screams, he's overworked, underpaid, balled up, kicked at, and generally treated like the lowest little squiggle on the totem pole. But every soul, no matter how harassed, has capacity for beauty. And Raghu's little island of perfect pulchritude floats entirely on a sea of transmission waves.
All of Raghu's longing for peace and self-actualization is concentrated in one character from a television soap opera. Through glycerin, plastic and pancake, Neetaji speaks to him ....