FROM A BOY’S PERSPECTIVE>>>>>
A big ‘Hi’ to all,
Who cared to take my call!
Here’s a funky recall of what boys usually get,
Story of my LOVE-STORY right from JAB WE MET!
It was a SUNDAY, but my college was khula,
I love it for it’s DIL, DOSTI, ETC. ka adda.
My vella gang had planned to bunk & machao DHOOM,
Catch up @ CCD n all day, bas JHOOM BARABAR JHOOM.
But as they say, it’s NASEEB APNA APNA,
Some ZANJEER trapped me in & toot gaya mera SAPNA.
I saw a hot girl coming my way,
Staring at me as if her neeli AANKHEIN had X-Ray.
I had always been the RAJA HINDUSTANI type- seedhe, saadhe n bhole,
But this soni kudi ignited mere dil mein lots of SHOLAY.
Amidst all the KHAMOSHI, she gave a 1000-watt smile,
Like a KATI PATANG my heart flew away a 100 miles.
Now I was sure it was MERA PEHLA PEHLA PYAR,
She was my DREAMGIRL, I decided after much soch-vichaar.
As I was romancing my KASHMIR KI KALI,
A stray dog came running & attacked her beech gali.
I took off my shirt & doggie ko kar diya taar-taar,
My Basanti seemed quite impressed by my KRRISH avatar.
So KOI MIL GAYA to both of us, our date rocked as AN EVENING IN PARIS,
“MAINE PYAR KIYA”, at the end I confessed to my cute Miss.
Hearing my ARMAAN, she accepted my SALAAM-E-ISHQ,
To be my HUMSAFAR, she was ready to take all risks.
WOH SAAT DIN passed & so did the MAUSAM of BARSAAT,
Hand-in-hand we walked proclaiming HUM HAIN SAATH SAATH.
For her I was a HERO,we were enjoying our ISHQ-VISHK,
In her problems, I said “MAIN HOON NA!” & returned all the bliss.
But after a long WAQT, TAQDEER conspired to do us apart,
Her brothers as KARAN-ARJUN stood in between like a DEEWAR.
The wall had a lot of JAAN, made of Birla Plus cement, I guess,
The duo with their power created a BHOOL-BHULLAIYA full of mess.
I thought it was the end of our PYAR, ISHQ AUR MOHABBAT,
I tried getting near my LAKSHYA, but the road was pretty sakht.
One day finally, I caught a glimpse of my DIL ki GUIDE in the lawn,
But when I thought she’d fret about our JUDAAI, she actually asked “HUM AAPKE HAIN KAUN???”
All of my DEEWANGI & AWAARAPAN came crashing along with my JUNOON,
I asked why all this ABHIMAAN after the initial cry of AAP KA SUROOR.
She said she had realized, I can’t be her SAAWARIYA,
CHALTE-CHALTE in the way, we’ll probably get separated in the dagariya.
She said my grown dadhi a la DEVDAS in sad mood,
Made me look like a KHALNAAYAK, a LOAFER for no good.
I promised I’d get it trimmed & become a suave PARDESI BABU,
After this KABHI KHUSHI KABHI GHAM, I thought CHAL GAYA THA MERA JADOO.
But KISMAT’s LAKEER had got another PLAN,
Giving my DIL & JIGAR a deep ZAKHM, away she ran.
As a HIMMATWALA, I controlled my heart’s DARD-E-DISCO,
Named her a BEWAFAA & FILHAAL decided to khisko.
Thus ended my same-same, but different EK CHHOTI SI LOVE STORY,
DIL CHAHTA HAI mine, I should look around for a new cool GORI,
KUCH NAA KAHO now as I move on without much HULCHUL,
Don’t BHEJA FRY creating a HUNGAMA that gives no phal.
PAPA KEHTE HAIN mere always---
Achchi PARTNER to milegi hi, chahe ho KAL, AAJ AUR KAL,
To khaao-piyo karo MASTI,
THE END …khatam gal !!!
MOOD--just a funny rhyme…usual love story with a bollywood tadka.
DATE--- 3/2/08…Sunday…12:10am.-
Lingo guide-------
CCD.....cafe coffee day.
khatam gal......end of talk.
Vella......without any kaam-dhaam......USP of a typical Delhi university student.
