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The serious voice over tells us that Paro had an uncomfortable ride back to the BSD office. Poor thing had to cling to Moonchiya's solidly built torso, feel those biceps and triceps, grope his shoulders and even brush across his moonch. Uncomfortable/Asuvidhajank Sthithi indeed! I'd take that uncomfortable ride every day if needed.
Back in BSD office, Paro lunges for the glass of water, all that Touchiya on PhatPhatiya left her thirsty. Moonchiya grabs the glass to conduct saliva transfusion because its been many days and Paro's needs a booster shot of poison immunization.
Yahan Bhi Aman (YBA): Sir ji! I hear Bhabhi is here, where is she? where is she?
Rudra: Shut up Aman. No need to get so excited.
YBA: Bhabiji! Long time no see! How are you?
Paro: He gave me Red Bull Saliva drink, I feel better already. How are you Aman devar sa?
Rudra: If you two are done, kaam ki baath karein?
YBA: Sir ji, its dangerous here for you two.
Rudra: Well keeping her in my house was even more dangerous for me. It became a weird pickle for me
YBA: Pickle? Means Murabba? Murabba is good for you sir. Try it.
Rudra: Not Murabba, you moron, Hayo Rabba as in the family started planning a wedding for me.
YBA: Sirji, kya baath hai, aap aur wedding, phbbthhh! I can't imagine you in red sherwani or beige. *snort snort snort*
Rudra: Wipe that smile off your face! I know all about Shanti
YBA: ermm, ahem, but sir how long will you keep her in your tent?
Rudra: As long it takes to mold her
YBA: How long will that be?
Rudra: Don't go by that virginal face, she is Da Bomb, Poori Patakha hai. She is the real Desi Suthli Bomb
YBA: hain?
Rudra: And when this bomb explodes...
YBA: when it explodes?
Rudra: When it really explodes...
YBA: when it really explodes?
Rudra: When she explodes in my arms, this entire BSD campus will shake and rock
YBA: o theri! Sirji, shall I order evacuation of campus to give you privacy?
Rudra: no, not yet, i am still igniting this bomb, may need some work.
YBA: ok let me help in that department. I got her lingerie box and sexy clothes.
Paro: Jai Ma Trisula, thank you thank you thank you. Now I can wear sexy open back cholis and really show this Major what I am made of.
Danny boy (Danveer) and Dilly boy (Dilsher) have a heart to heart. Mythili appears with a plate full of laddoos, hoping that will convince Thau sa to stay back. With Thau sa around KakiCumMasi directs her ire away from Mythili and for that Mythili thanks Dilly boy.
Paro baisa wanders in the tent and locates a bottle of rum. She downs the entire bottle and passes out on the floor, not before arranging herself in a sexy angle with oh-so peek-a-boo of sexy kamariya. Moonchiya returns to find her flat on the floor and gives her a good once over. He lifts her and realizes the girl is punch drunk and completely conked out.
Moonchiya starts hearing weird voices in his head
Main Aur Meri Tanhayi Aksar Gun Fire karthay hain
Tum hothi tho suthli bomb explode hotha
Tum na hothi tho Laxmi bomb explode hotha
Tum is baath pe Anar jalathi, Tum us baath pe Rocket udaathi
tum hothi tho Diwala nahi Diwali hothi
tum hothi tho Mithai ka dabba hotha, with kaju kishmish and badam
tum na hothi tho jaisa Pataka nahi phoottha
Google translation
When the sun rises and peeks over the pillow of smog spanning Beaches of Kovalam - (a resort in Southern India)
It rubs its eyes because its got a bad case of seasonal allergies,
It smells something fishy, Someone is making a killer fish curry, even though,
the tidal waves have eroded half of Kovalam beach and
the stupid contractor has eaten all the money, never finishing the anti-erosion work
While Kerala Assembly fights over color of Lungis and communism
and Arnab Goswami still thinks that the nation wants to know.
It is then
A whiff of wind laden with rotten shrimp blows over and we see
a small candle burning inside the hut of a fisherman who is having a gala time with his wife.
we know there is hope for love
and we know with temptations galore,
Lungis are far more convenient than Jodhpurs.
...or some such jibber-jabber that sounded very romantic, straight from the pages of Lord Byron. My poor sensibilities didn't understand a word of it, sowwiee.
The rum works wonders and Paro baisa is cured. Moonchiya is miserable and pretends that they are under siege, its only an excuse to go back to the sound proof room in the haveli.
PS: I know the poem is from Veer-Zara and a very poignant and beautiful one at that. I am kidding when I write the google translation! Don't angry me.
Heres to Land of Lungi
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