Its been like 2 days that am a little relaxed on work front, but also bad on physical front. I have become old quite soon. I can understand the pain of Om Prakash’s knees, I can also understand the majburi of bhudi ma in Amar Akbar Anthony, I can understadn the feeling of annoyed Nargis in Mother India too..
Well..its not that bad as I projected.
Sometimes when you are asking for someone’s help and you get a teedha javab like Kurkure, then am forced to think (yea..this is different from gravitational force)…why such people are around me…to help me or to confuse me more????
Recently when I wanted to visit my Bhabhi’s place (somewhere near swargate), to play with my CHINTU (My Prince) I asked my bro to tell me the way. Check this out
Me: Dada! Kidar se aana hai (sitting on my Dhanno in Chandni dopahar)
Da: Sudharshan Chowk pahuch jaana, waha se left le lena. Ek khamba dhikega, take a right. Phir ek diwaar pe JO JO (god knows which multinational brand is this) ka add hai, wha se bhi right lene. Phir tuze samaz aa jayega – MEN can never change…
Me (with an expression as if Ostrich had given a hen’s egg ): Mein samaz gai.
Trust me I obediently followed the route but landed up in some slums. And when I called my bro again
Me: Dada, kya rasta bataya hai. Yaha pe kuch nahi hai. Pata nahi kaha aa gai hu.
Da: Kidar hai tu?
Me: Yaha koi ganesh ji ka open air mandir hai. Under construction building hai. Geeta beauty parlour hai. Pappu pan ka shop hai. Rasta bekar hai. Log ajeeb se hai. Badbu aa rahi hai. Nange bache hai. AUR MEIN HU…
Pagal…kidar bhej diya tune. Ek address thi se nahi bata sakta. Kaise ban gaya mera bhai. Baap ban gaya hai, lekin akkal bikul nahi... aise kaise……..WOMEN can never change
Da: Mein aa raha hu…
Well…this was my bro and me...we just love each other
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