Untitled 69 (Thanks for Nothing!)

In spare, newspaper-like linework, the cartoon stages an uneasy street-corner economy where official language of “price indices” hangs like a bureaucratic spell over lived deprivation. The upright clerk—briefcase and rupee note in hand—becomes a symbol of measured detachment, while the ragged figure’s exaggerated hands, open mouth, and crouched posture embody a hunger that statistics cannot metabolize. The composition sharpens its satire through imbalance: looming text crowds the air, compressing the figures below, as if policy itself weighs physically upon the working body. What emerges is a bitter meditation on value—how currency “purchasing power” is discussed with clinical precision even as human dignity is spent in plain sight.