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Wednesday, December 07, 2005 

A Langot's Love Story

Langot - an authentic Indian word that means underwears. Generally, In India… the friendship kindles as early as at the level of diapers eventually leading the boys to end up at near by Paan Shop for a one great “Sutta – Marlboro Cowboy Style” and they always get ready to pass a whistle going through over Gupta Auntie’s silly point position to sleek and sensual Preeti, Miss Sai Krupa Colony 2003, Daughter of Dr. Mehra… etc. As her so-called resume goes miles over, but it’s all up to us, how much our memory can afford her!!! Or vice versa-, which we doubt through various angles.

The friendship, which nurtures at the level of infancy and later on when it, carried over to the next level is known as Langotiya Frienship. And the particular friends are known as Langotiya Yaars. This kind of friendship has a special rapport compared to any others. As they share same kind of thinking because being graduated from same school of thoughts-, there neurons (those which hadn’t decomposed yet) up above their brains have similar response time and signal delays.

As far our Ms. Preeti Mehra (Resume File Lost in Translation, Error 420!!!) is concerned, Langot A always remain excited due to continuous supply of threshold energy from Langot B. “ Yaar kya phataka hai!!! ” -, Langot A says these words with uneven supply of oxygen which eventually leads his heart beat to run above 120 beats/min at the level of 30ft building height. To see his Langotiya Yaar who is in need of fresh air, Langot B takes out a binocular of greater magnification and passes it over to Langot A. As we know very well, with the rise of altitude density of oxygen reduces… but when you are taking a breath-snatching look down below the badminton court, where Ms. Preeti is resonating from one end to another like Christmas Bells…is enough reason for a professional Doctor to assign a statement to a patient-, declaring him Complete Brain Dead! And at this time Preeti’s Dad, Dr. Mehra will definitely come as handy as possible… but the statement might look little bit different in this case.

Anyway the view of badminton court got a complete scan!! Interestingly, the newer version of Photo Adobe got uploaded in Langot A’s mind; his eyes were taking snaps of Preeti like Nikon SLR and later on at the Paan Shop he will pass on requisite information like Kodak Easy Share. Whatever… Langot B’s position is very much well defined, he is assigned as Auxillary Unit which means if by any off-chance Langot A fails in this recon mission, he will collect the necessary intelligence data and send them to Langot A’s house for further processing. Later on they will have a brainstorming session on their next move with another Marlboro.

Within few days Langot A hires an agent across the enemy line. 8yr Old Viki of Block C, who shares an opposite apartment flat next to Dr. Mehra’s. As per the supplied intelligence data, Preeti runs across the Colony every morning to maintain her 32-34-36 arround 6:15am. Very Next morning Langot A & B reports Colony Park to accomplish the next level of the Operation “Preeti ko Patao”. Both of them where warming up for the special operation and here comes the heroine, the target in complete red track suit with a pony tail over her head, carrying a bottle of water in left hand. Her face is full of elegance enough to shatter hearts of near by Romeos, but for the Langots it’s a Do-or-Die Mission and both of them knew quite well, it’s a war!!

Langot B made a trail over her orbit. Langot A took the opposite direction to circle the park arround and face the target from the front. First Circle got over, neither Preeti’s eyes nor Langot A’s eyes made any contact!! In Second Circle, Langot A was sweating like a hell but a soldier always gives a fight. “ As Things gets Tough, Tough Gets Going”.. Well let see how long this soldier can bear this trauma. In Fifth Circle, Langot A received a smile all over from Preeti, after all she appreciating a person who has never woken before 10am in his damn life, but all of a sudden he is circling behind the prettiest face of the colony. At least he deserves more than a smile!!

Any way…First Contact was over. What about Langot B??? Oh my gawd!!! He is huffing like a chubby frog. “ Bloody Girls and you specifically, kya kya nahin karna padh raha tere liye ”. Any way Langot A was happy with the morning mission. In the evening, he came down to colony parking, there he saw her all over again. This time he gave a smile to her; even he got her response before time. She was standing over the main gate of the Colony, looking stunning in Pink Salwar with enchanting eyes. Her every blink was like conveying some message to Langot A in the form of Morse Code of Enigma Level. And he took every single message with an honor and dignity. The flower of love was about to blossom, the myriad minds are going to be one forever. The sound of RD Burman music was playing all over his mind especially the tune of “Vaada Karo…” was repeating again and again on his demand. The Bougainvillea were glowing like French pinkish wine over a swiss cheese, setting up a most romantic atmosphere ever occurred in his lifetime. STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here comes the Black Mitsubhusi Lancer with a stud inside. The sudden entry of the car disturbed the divine contact of love through their eyes. The Guy came out of the car, took Preeti by her arms, she was still looking at our hero with a desire, with a care, with a love. Langot A raises his hand to say the goodbye to her and his eyes were getting moist and a small drop of tears rolled over. It was more than enough to convince her how much he cared, how much he loved her. She got into the car, with her eyes still fixed over him; with the rising speed she vanished over the horizon of main road and its traffic.

Langot B was standing at the corner of parking lot, saw the whole episode through his naked eyes, he came over to Langot A and said “ Sometime we have to sacrifice lots of personal things to keep our personal beings as happy as possible.” Langot A looked at Langot B with a newfound respect and he learned a lesson to make others happy and to work for their happiness.

Months passes over!! Years Passes over!!! Langot A salutes his Langot B for the lesson of the lifetime. Sitting at the night-crawler's den, Langot A still remembers Preeti with his flash-back memory (128MB flash memory card), the images over the badminton court, the encounter at Colony Park, and the good bye at the parking lot are enough for his lifetime to discover something so worth full which can literally changes his perception towards the reality!! Still sitting over the office desk , Langot A is saying “ Kaash main tumse yeh keh pata ki mujhe tumse kitna pyaar hai.”

Tuesday, December 06, 2005 

Oil Disco, Feat. DJ Volcker “Samba Mix”

Characters:

Laloo Prasad Yadav the Gabbar
DJ Volcker the Samba
Natwar Singh the Thakur
Uma Bharti the Kaamwali
Daler Mehndi
And other peoples….God knows how many are they.

[A posh ass-shaking place (in one word it means disco) of our national capital, packed with prominent personalities gathered there to shake some real ass out of their rivals, Today, the Royal Darbar of Laloo the Gabbar is taking place with Great Enthusiasm, So let’s roll up!! Baby]

[Up above the dance floor DJ Volcker playing a song for the Laloo the Gabbar… “Aare dewano.jara pehchano. kahaan se aaaya main hoon kaun….”]

DJ Volcker Samba: Yo!! Man here I Come with the Don, shake up your body … shake up your booty!! . Yo!! Yo!! Yo!!

Laloo the Gabbar: Kaa ho gaya hai be is sasure ko?? Hey Samba, kya hua be?? Are yeh to ameriki hai.. pul gaya si.. Hey what’s up Dude???

DJ Volcker: Sardar!! Just follow the groove!!! .shake up your heavy ass, get your cholesterol burned up!!

Laloo the Gabbar: I got it!! Aur ab chup ho jaaaaa!! Nishit Kumar ne aise hi kaafi kuch jala dala. Nalayak. Darbari Mujrim ko pesh kiya jai.

Darbari: Jo hokum Sardar, Natwar the Thakur ko pesh kiya jaiiiiiiiiiiii….

[Natwar the Thakur, chained with irons and steels, enough to give a complex to Iron Maiden….]

[Laloo the Gabbar gave a ferocious look to our Thakur, and swiftly moved his head toward DJ Volcker Samba]

Laloo the Gabbar: Abe OOOOO Kalia, Kitne Oil Voucher the????

DJ Volcker Samba: Whatttt??? I didn’t get your bloody words!!!

Laloo the Gabbar: Main Pak gaya hun is Amriki Samba se, hey you dickhead, how many oil vouchers Natwar the Thakur received from Iraq??

DJ Volcker Samba: Sirf Teen Sardar!!

Advani the Gabbar: What a Fuck, Hindi answer for my English question!! Sirf Teen badi naa insaaafi hui hai!! By the way where is kalia?? Phir gaya su-su karne!!! Salary Cut!!!

DJ Volcker Samba: Sorrryyyyyy

Laloo the Gabbar: Exjhatlyyyyy…..

[Natwar standing. with his face up!!! And his face is draining out of all Oil he pumped in after his Iraqi Trip]

Natwar the Thakur: Yeh sara sar Iljaaam hai mujh par!!! Main anth tak laddooonga!!

Laloo the Gabbar: Hahahahahahaha… abe oh samaba dekh ka keh raha hai yeh sasura!!

DJ Volcker Samba: Sorryyyyyy

Laloo the Gabbar: Exjhatlyyy…

Natwar the Thakur: Jay Prakash Narayan chale gaye lekin tujh jaise papi ko chod gaye gabbar!!! Maa kasam mera Veeru aaj jinda hota to teri watt laga dalta.

Laloo the Gabbar: Ka baat karte ho Thakur Saab!!? Hum kono paap nahin kiya hai… Ask anybody at Bihar!! Shuruwat hamari Rabri se ,kijiyegaaa!!… tohar veeru ki aatma ko shanti mile…by the way.. aajkal Basanti kahan hai?? (with a wink)

Natwar the Thakur: Kaminee Kutteee!! Main tera khoon peee jaaaongaaa!!!

Laloo the Gabbar: Veeru marte marte apna bhoot Thakur pe chada kar gaya hai ka??? ..are O samba, jaa be .. get my last month’s bottle of malaria blood … jo humri body se Dactar Babu nikal waye the!! Pila de iss kutte ko!!!

Natwar the Thakur: Tu kitna gira hua insaan hai be. Tu mere aadarshon aur wasoloon ko kabhi nahin samajhsakta!!


Laloo the Gabbar: Chalo chodiyega !! bakchodi bahut hogayi!! Ab humka batao oil vouchers humko do ge ke nahin??

Natwar the Thakur: Kabhi nahin!! Yeh mere khoon pasine ki kamai hai. (with an emotional touch), By using these vouchers, I will get my son Jagat a new house, a new car and a new wife.

Laloo the Gabbar: Thakurrrrrrr!!! Yeh vouchers mujhe de de thakurrrrrrrrrrrr!!! , I want to replace my rabri with a brand new model from mumbai.

Natwar the Thakur: Kabhi nahin!! Marte dum tak nahin. Agar tune apni maa ka doodh piya hai to nikal vochers mere baiyen jeb se….

Laloo the Gabbar: Hahahahaha… bahut maja aayaaa!!! Hum ab bewakoof nahin keh laayenge!! Hahaha

[Laloo the Gabbar, gave orders to his remaining kun-klux-klan to take out the vouchers out of Thakur’s pocket. The emotion, The action, The drama, The Tragedy all were together over the face of Thakur]

Laloo the Gabbar: Chalo bhaktjano.. lets doo some boogy woogie!!! DJ Volcker …. Gawaiya badlo !!!

DJ Volcker: Sorrrryyyyyy

Laloo the Gabbar: Exjhatllllyyyy…

DJ Volcker: What a freaky Chirkut!!!!

Laloo the Gabbar: Sorrrryyyyy (raising his eye brows)

DJ Volcker: Exactlyyyyy!!!! Maa Boy!!

[DJ Volcker now playing great song “kaata lagaaa”. And here comes Uma Bharti, the fire brand Kaamwali]


Uma Bharti the Kaamwali: Abe O Gabbar, main do time jhaado katka nahin kar sakti tere disco pe. Kalmuhe.. apne Gayee aur bhaison ko tabele naam ki jagah par rakha kar.

Laloo the Gabbar: Chill meri Chui Muyi!! Nishit Kumar has taken back my old residence for official purpose. Shifting chal rahi hai… just relax.. by the way Rabri is out for shopping.. Jara idhar aa meri jaaan!!

Uma Bharti the Kaamwali: Kyun ab Basanti nahin pasand aati??

Laloo the Gabbar: Uffff!!! Tough Game!!!

DJ Volcker: Give it to me baby!!! Aah aaah

Uma Bharti: (raising her jhadoo and chappals towards Volcker) Beta bolo.. yeh dono cheez hai kya bhala!!!???

DJ Volcker: Inter Continental Ballastic Missiles!!!

Uma Bharati: Correct Answer!! Khayega Kya???

DJ Volcker: Sorrrrrryyyyy

Uma Bharati: Exjhatlyyyy…

Laloo the Gabbar: Oye Chamak Challo.. kya baat hai bade gusse mein hai???

Uma Bharati the Kaamwali: Nilambit hogayi hun BJP se.

Laloo the Gabbar: Bus itni si baat . kono pareshani nahin, Humri RJD mein hum Rabri ka replacement soch rahe hain. Ka khayal hai??

Uma Bharti the Kaamwali: Theek hai. Lekin hum koi 11 bachon ki Bihar XI nahin banana chahate!!!

Laloo the Gabbar: Ka re sasuri, humka koi Gavaskar samajh rakha hai, jab chahe balla ghumai de!!! Tohre saath hum net practice karenge!! (wink) with phultoo protection!!

Uma Bharati the Kaamwali: Kamina ka kamina hi rahega, burbuk kahin kaaa!! (with a disgusting look)

[She left the den hurriedly for her next job at Mogambo’s place….as usual jhaadoo and katka]

[Next Entry or No Entry, but here we got our Daler Mehndi]

Daler the Balle Balle: Gabbar Paaji, Whore ki haal hai???

Laloo the Gabar: Ab eee sasura kaun hai bhala??? aur hum ko whore kahai ko bulla riya hai???

DJ Volcker: Yo man!! I read about him on NYT!! The Indian got striped during a legal interrogation!! Tooo bad… by the way I am just gonna play his song “Kaala Kauwa Kaat Khayega”… Rock Up SardarJi

Laloo the Gabbar: Main Sardar aur who Sardar Jiiiii!! Volcker …Your all Intensives are cut!! Salary of this month- half the quarter you get!! Rock Up Asshole!!

DJ Volcker: Hey Sardar, that’s not fair at all.

Laloo the Gabbar: Sorryyyyyy

DJ Volcker:(Timidly....) Not Exactlyyyy...

Laloo the Gabbar: Wateverrrrr... So Daler Bhai Saab, Humri ka jaroorat aan padhi???

Daler the Balle Balle: Gabbar Paji, Main haan ek singer. Saanu twade mehfil de vich rang jamane de vaaste ... balle balle karanga!!

Laloo the Gabbar: Ek jamana tha, Basanti naacha karti thi mere mehfil mein, ab humka ek sardarji ka thumka dekhan padega??? bahut degradtion ho gaya hai humare prestige ka!!

DJ Volcker: to be more precise can we call it depromotion!!!???

Laloo the Gabbar: Chup Nalayak!!! Haan bhai Daler.. kahan se hilana pasand karoge??

Daler the Balle Balle: Jahan se aap chahe!!! Interogation de vich kaafi experience bator lee hai!!

Laloo the Gabbar: Chal Shuru ho jaaaa!!

[Daler the Balle Balle, started the chain reaction of his thumka but the radiation was far below the level of UN Nuclear Standards....whateverrrr.... the show ended with a puff...But show must go on(according to Raj Kapoor Only)]

[Laloo the Gabbar,DJ Volcker Samba, Natwar the Thakur, Uma Bharati the Kaamwali and Daler the Balle Balle are the part of our global role in the international vicious circle of global politics and crimes. The humor associated with this post lies in every single aspects of this imaginary bla-bla. Now its all up to you how you digest them. Some of the words used in the above post are very raw in nature,but one can't ignore it because the real stuff lies within the realities!! Your feedbacks and conuter-feedbacks are always welcome through a positive channel. Feel Free with your Guns!!]

Watch out for the Next"Oil Disco" Sensational Episode,Next week->Same Time, Same Blog with Same Action.

Monday, December 05, 2005 

Indian Marriages, the midnight nightmares

Indian Marriage- these two words are enough for any Indian family to get energized to “halal ” the next “ bakra ” standing in the line of execution. Quite similar to the death penalty it self, the occasion brings in various varieties of feast and their respective bees (invitees) to the beehive. Old ones like prospective Saas (Mother-in-Law) and Sasur (Father-in-Law) from the groom’s side are always over excited for the newest member of their family and remaining clans are excited over the specific material gains. And as far the Chacha’s and Mama’s are concerned from the both sides, they always get prepared with their “Donali- The two barrel guns” to shoot some imaginary asses over the dark black sky.

The process of execution starts with glossy & designer invitation cards with the words printed with bold letters consisting the name of Inmate and her prospective Lugai (the wife) and above all judges (parents) names who wrote the order of execution also gets special highlights. The name of pundit in the extreme left corner down the bottom of the card seems to be a great introduction of a “Jallad the executioner” of its own kind. Whateverrr, the first hammer gone on the table.

The next process starts with “Shagun Inter-Exchange Program”. Now that’s what you call a NASDAQ Trading Floor. Sarees, Blouse (of various sizes), Peticoats (of various dimensions), Sweets (of various tastes), Dry Fruits etc are the modes of trading. After this so called exchanges, respective teams discuss their gains and losses at their respective dressing rooms and figure out some more brilliant strategies for their next encounter. Hurray for Team India!!

Here comes the D-Day, the “Dulha the Groom” take martyr’s seat over a “Ghodi ” leading a big regiment of baratis with a band-baja. The bunch of young bloods jumping likes Daler Mehndis over the song by an unrecognized singer with an unrecognized voice. Some of the excited electrons of the outer orbit loose their valence bond and ignites the firecrackers to crack some real ass out of the passer byes. Unfortunately, if you are the one, Please from next time carry an earplug, a swimming goggle and an Oxygen tank to avoid such kind of undesired scuba dive.

On the gate of Dulhan’s (Bride’s) House, another regiment of holy “kasais the butchers” is standing with the necessary items to receive the Dulha. Inside the Dulha’s Mind, he was expecting more in terms of an item number by Mallika Sherawat, any way his day’s are going to over within a few hours. The grazing eyes of the groom are saying a last goodbye to every single pretty face at the venue with giving promises to meet all of them in his next incarnation. And my condolence goes with him with an assurance, Main Hoo Naa!!!

By the time he enters the Mandap the Butcher Hall, his eyes clashes with the Jallad singing the hymns of the rituals, whose every word is symbolizing the slow death of his bachelorhood. The old scratchy tape recorder blaring the music of Bismillah Khan’s Shenai resonating like supernatural background score.Then comes the bride loaded with jewllery like a woman commando of special forces, ready to kill through her beautiful eyes in the sense of "akhiyon se goli maare.. dhiciyaaaan".With the help of step by step processes, including Kanyadaan, Mangalsutra, Garlands and Saat Phere marriage gets over. The anamoly of such institution can be discovered in the later stages of the life. But the night goes on with a start of the new relations and Chachas-Mamas mili bhagat- The Donali Syndrome Prevails allover.

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