The much awaited Nissan Leaf is coming into the market on December 20, it though will take some time to enter Indian market (wonder why?). This car has been named the 2011 European Car of the Year becoming the first electric car to take the award.
Har naari ki yahi pukar baap ke naam pe train ya car!
Some say this account is truly fiction. It so happened once Crude woman and Rodent went to chabis January ka parade. Since both had high level upbringing they chose to sit in the first row of VIP enclosure. The parade started and true to nature of pride of any republic military might was showcased. Rolled in armed forces in tight discipline, followed by arms and armoury. Then came the missiles, the biggest of them all: The Brahmos. Crude woman looked at Rodent, Rodent looked backed at Crude woman they both nodded. Next day they were at Madam’s door.
“Kya hai?” asked Madam
“Madamji isko apne baap ke naam par missile chahiye” said Rodent shuffling his leg “badi missile se bada naam aur hamara yahan par kya kaam” he tried to rhyme.
The Bureaucrat who accompanied Madam spoke “The naming of missiles is a religious matter. As along as Buddha smiles nuclear bombs will explode and missiles will be named after gods. And mind you we have thirty two thousand crores of them. Hum kissi ke baap ke naam par missile nahi rakhte. We have no shortage of gods. Understand”
It was serious setback for Rodent and Crude woman they had expected a favourable response “dukaan tho apni hai” they had thought. Rodent changed his tactic “hum logon ka kya hai kahi par bhi jee lenge” and tried to sneak under the bed.
The Bureaucrat sought to stop him and there was few minutes of jostling, the moment Rodent felt it was enough to make him look like a victim he gave up the effort the very instant and stood there looking at the ceiling and whistling, gave the impression that nothing had happened though he was humiliated. It was kind of a situation that made the onlooker hug the victim in empathy. All this while Crude woman’s eyes were fixed at Madam and it was turning misty.
“Look we cannot name on missile. You can think of something else” said Madam
“Aeroplane. Baap ke naam par hawai jahaj. Oonchi upbringing ooncha naam” crawled Crude woman.
“No that will not be possible Air India and Indian Airlines cannot be tampered with, all other airlines are private you will have to talk to them. We cannot help you. Baap ke naam par airline mushkil hai” informed the Bureaucrat.
“Ulfath meh Kaifiyath, zamzamahat me Kaifiyath, Gufthaguf meh Kaifiyath, Kaifiyath he Kaifiyath, Ulfath meh Kaifiyath, Kaifiyath he Ulfath” sang Rodent
“Gante meh Kaifiyath!” interrupted the Bureaucrat who couldn’t take it anymore.
Crude woman behaved as if she didn’t hear anything, this was something she had handled with dexterity in past and today was no different.
“Chalo phir baap ke naam par train he de do secularism ke khatir” conceded Crude woman but kept her demand “par fully AC train chahiye. Hum logon ka upbringing ekdam AC class hai”
“Shatabdi and Rajadhani cannot be renamed” asserted the Bureaucrat.
Crude woman was now on the verge of breaking down, tears welled her eyes. Not getting an AC train was taken as an insult. “Log kya kahenge baap ke naam par general compartment wali train?” "Call back hone ke bawjud yehi kuch kar pai muee?"
Rodent belonged to a school of thought that believed in half glass is full theory and so decided to give a woman’s emancipation twist to the achievement “har naari ki yahi pukaar baap ke naam par train ya car”.
Now that is when Crude woman decided to hug the Rodent, they patted each other. While they walked out Rodent emphasised the victory “har naari ki yahi pukaar baap ke naam par train ya car” and added “theorya anek par bache char”
“Why so?” asked Crude woman
“Apne Sen babu ke liye. International connections!”
Post Script: Also visit http://www.santabanta.com/cinema.asp?pid=41964 to understand journalism. These people are like gang of pickpockets. They pick the wallet and pass it on, and then regroup. You won’t find them anywhere near money, it is about power, influence, nepotism and so on.
Har naari ki yahi pukar baap ke naam pe train ya car!
Some say this account is truly fiction. It so happened once Crude woman and Rodent went to chabis January ka parade. Since both had high level upbringing they chose to sit in the first row of VIP enclosure. The parade started and true to nature of pride of any republic military might was showcased. Rolled in armed forces in tight discipline, followed by arms and armoury. Then came the missiles, the biggest of them all: The Brahmos. Crude woman looked at Rodent, Rodent looked backed at Crude woman they both nodded. Next day they were at Madam’s door.
“Kya hai?” asked Madam
“Madamji isko apne baap ke naam par missile chahiye” said Rodent shuffling his leg “badi missile se bada naam aur hamara yahan par kya kaam” he tried to rhyme.
The Bureaucrat who accompanied Madam spoke “The naming of missiles is a religious matter. As along as Buddha smiles nuclear bombs will explode and missiles will be named after gods. And mind you we have thirty two thousand crores of them. Hum kissi ke baap ke naam par missile nahi rakhte. We have no shortage of gods. Understand”
It was serious setback for Rodent and Crude woman they had expected a favourable response “dukaan tho apni hai” they had thought. Rodent changed his tactic “hum logon ka kya hai kahi par bhi jee lenge” and tried to sneak under the bed.
The Bureaucrat sought to stop him and there was few minutes of jostling, the moment Rodent felt it was enough to make him look like a victim he gave up the effort the very instant and stood there looking at the ceiling and whistling, gave the impression that nothing had happened though he was humiliated. It was kind of a situation that made the onlooker hug the victim in empathy. All this while Crude woman’s eyes were fixed at Madam and it was turning misty.
“Look we cannot name on missile. You can think of something else” said Madam
“Aeroplane. Baap ke naam par hawai jahaj. Oonchi upbringing ooncha naam” crawled Crude woman.
“No that will not be possible Air India and Indian Airlines cannot be tampered with, all other airlines are private you will have to talk to them. We cannot help you. Baap ke naam par airline mushkil hai” informed the Bureaucrat.
“Ulfath meh Kaifiyath, zamzamahat me Kaifiyath, Gufthaguf meh Kaifiyath, Kaifiyath he Kaifiyath, Ulfath meh Kaifiyath, Kaifiyath he Ulfath” sang Rodent
“Gante meh Kaifiyath!” interrupted the Bureaucrat who couldn’t take it anymore.
Crude woman behaved as if she didn’t hear anything, this was something she had handled with dexterity in past and today was no different.
“Chalo phir baap ke naam par train he de do secularism ke khatir” conceded Crude woman but kept her demand “par fully AC train chahiye. Hum logon ka upbringing ekdam AC class hai”
“Shatabdi and Rajadhani cannot be renamed” asserted the Bureaucrat.
Crude woman was now on the verge of breaking down, tears welled her eyes. Not getting an AC train was taken as an insult. “Log kya kahenge baap ke naam par general compartment wali train?” "Call back hone ke bawjud yehi kuch kar pai muee?"
Rodent belonged to a school of thought that believed in half glass is full theory and so decided to give a woman’s emancipation twist to the achievement “har naari ki yahi pukaar baap ke naam par train ya car”.
Now that is when Crude woman decided to hug the Rodent, they patted each other. While they walked out Rodent emphasised the victory “har naari ki yahi pukaar baap ke naam par train ya car” and added “theorya anek par bache char”
“Why so?” asked Crude woman
“Apne Sen babu ke liye. International connections!”
Post Script: Also visit http://www.santabanta.com/cinema.asp?pid=41964 to understand journalism. These people are like gang of pickpockets. They pick the wallet and pass it on, and then regroup. You won’t find them anywhere near money, it is about power, influence, nepotism and so on.