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For those celebrating Martin Luther King (MLK) day, here is a blast from a very distant past.
I have a dream...
Now to the present...
Rudra: You are a woman, alright. What can I expect from you besides a sexy kamariya, luscious lips with fade resistant lipstick, and long, endless swan-neck.
Paro: A spine
Rudra: Say what?
Paro: I have a spine. <she turns around and undoes her blouse> See that? that long collection of vertebrae? that is my spine. And I wont sign anything.
Rudra stands there staring, counting her vertebrae and admiring back.
Paro: Rakshas
Rudra: Woman
Paro: Janvar
Rudra: Woman
Paro: Haivan
Rudra: Woman
Paro: Beast, Monster, Godzilla
Rudra: Woman, Woman, Woman!
Paro: I want water
Rudra: No food or water for you. only air.
Paro: haley mhari sun le ramji! At this rate I will disappear with the flour dust in this room.
Rudra: Aman, when ever you give bhabhi water, check with me. I will add my saliva into it.
Yahan Bhi Aman: Haye so romantic, sir. you want saliva consumashuns!!
Rudra: Not romantic, you idiot! I want to make sure no one poisons her.
Yahan-Bhi-Aman: Good idea, sir ji. Bhabhi is really cute when she says that prayer.
Rudra: she is and she will have my jhoota food.
Yahan-Bhi-Aman; I think this was our best raid sir.
Rudra: Yes, kaafi acha maal mila hai err... ahem! I mean guns and cash wala maal.
Yahan-Bhi-Aman: of course, sirji.
Meanwhile Paro faints and starts mumbling
Paro: uski iski whiskey phiski, buski muski iski uski kiski, jiski, boski, pisski, phir se whiskey etc.
Right then, the big baddie turncoat BSD officer makes his grand entry. Spurred by the exotic camerawork that builds mystery around the baddie, I am dying here to see his face. First, he comes dashing in his scooter, better than any Phatphatiya anyday. Then he has a helmet that puts Daft Punk helmet to shame and beats Moonchiya's inverted Kadahi/sauce pan helmet handsdown. Then they focus on how the baddie is a bag of tricks and I notice the baddie carries his bag of tricks under his eyes - anyone notice the bags?
By now, I am in breathless anticipation to meet the baddie. They show his uniformed body marching strident into the office and I am already swooning over the love handles, the rubbing thighs, roly-poly jiggly midriff and generous double chin. The man has not seen a single day of BSD training in years. I can hardly breath now,The man certainly cavorts with Pewar Desi Ghee Poories just as gleefully as our Moonchiya cavorts with Laila.
To that point, Moonchiya uses Laila as his boo-boo toy. Barely does Rudra enter the room that the girl starts her striptease by taking off her jewelry and other assorted paraphernalia, which covers every inch of her from head to toe. The man prefers the firmness of her bed more than the firmness of her assets and was really hoping for some sleep. But Lady Gaga wanted Ra Ra Ra Romance, Oo La la la. Of course she parades around the room and he lays there wondering how long before she shuts up and let him have his way. Clueless girl.
Thakur sa: Kisi disco main jayein?
Thakurain: No
Thakur sa: Kisi Hotel mein Khayein?
Thakurain: No
Thakur sa: Chalo Isq Ladayein?
Thakurain: No!
Thakur sa: aathi kya khandala?
Thakurain: I didn't elope with you because of your size. Rather, I fell in love with your arched brows that shoot up in sarcasm.
Thakur: I know lovie, I know you don't care about my "short" comings and late comings and sometimes no comings at all.
Thakurain: I will go to Khandala with you if you rescue Paro
Thakur: yes, I will more than rescue Paro. now smile
Rudra walks into the office looking weak and drained.
Listen, hero, you've lost a lot of blood and typically doctors order no sex right after a traumatic injury. But no, you have to show Who Da Man, so you just finish a marathon session with Laila and expect to stand upright? And while you were gone, the RolyPolyLoveHandle handed Paro his gun to play with and keep her entertained.
We will see Paro's gun wielding skills tomorrow. Lets hope her aim is as bad as the cleaning service hired by BSD. Why is the room covered in flour dust? Any ideas?
Dr Aarambhi
Mahadev And Sons
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