Show
us a boy who has not ran after beautiful girls in his college days. But, there
are always some exceptional cases also. Some studious students are always busy
in their studies. Those types of studious boys don’t have time to stare at
beautiful girls. Tobacco surely causes cancer, but, still the sale of
cigarettes never went down. Such is the force of tobacco addiction, you see.
Ehe! The next door girl is requesting to repair the bathroom basin. Oh! No! The
girl’s elder brother is a wrestler.
In
India, there is still a trend to sell washing powder pouches at a discounted
price through salesgirl whose job is to go door to door and sell those pouches.
The studious boy fell in love at first sight with that salesgirl. Then, slowly
and steadily, they started meeting each other at a café on the terrace of a
building. The waiter understood that these two are love-birds. That’s why; the
waiter used to serve the orders after a certain gap so that the love birds keep
on gossiping and start knowing each other.
Omi
and Jai started to impress the little child, but, alas, the nanny had some hot
relationship with the driver. Lallan Miyan was a fan of Mirza Ghalib and that
was his weak point too, because Omi always used to impress Lallan Miyan by
uttering some great verses of Mirza Ghalib. Siddharth was looking for a job
instead of concentrating hard on his PhD studies. Siddharth got a new job. Omi
and Jai again took some cigarettes on credit. Siddharth stopped smoking due to
Neha effect.
Neha
wanted to tell her dad about Siddharth. Jai was telling Omi that in a Bollywood
film, Amitabh became the lover of Rekha with the help of a handkerchief. Oh!
Really! Ok! Jai, try that ploy once. ‘Yeh rumaal sayed aapka hain!’ Oh! No!
Unlike Rekha, this modern woman took the handkerchief from Jai and walked away.
Omi was laughing heartily. Oh! You poor Jai, everyone is not so lucky like
Amitabh Bacchan. The boss of the company invited his newly recruited employee
at his house.
Lallan
Miyan became a recovery agent temporarily as Omi and Jai are defaulters as they
have taken too many cigarettes as a loan from Lallan Miyan. Lallan Miyan was
about to take that gramophone disc of Mirza Ghalib that Omi again uttered a
verse of Mirza Ghalib. Ha ha ha, kyon Lallan Miyan, phir se makkhan maar diya
na Omi ne. Yeh Mirza Ghalib ke shayari bhi kitna najook hain, dil ko ghayal kar
deti hain janaab. Lallan Miyan had a good heart. Omi and Jai always appreciated
that.
Inside
the park, Omi and Jai spotted Neha and Siddharth. ‘Dost dost na raha, pyar pyar
na raha’. Somehow, Omi and Jai were angry on Neha. So, they played a trick.
Whose photo is it on the wall of our room? Oh! No! This is the photo of a
characterless girl. There is a green colored ash-tray in front of her mother’s
photo. There is a green colored curtain inside her bathroom. The studious boy
visited her house and found all the information correct. Siddharth started
doubting on Neha’s character.
I
will not accept your resignation letter now. I will give you 1 month time to
re-think about this decision. For 1 month, you will remain in Loss of Pay. Jai
was shocked to see the poison bottle. Fearing that their friend may commit suicide,
both of them told the truth to him. Siddharth joined his office again, but,
Neha was still very angry on Siddharth. Neha’s grandmother came to meet
Siddharth, but, Siddharth was not there. Grandma scolded Jai after seeing those
hot photos on walls.
As
per the plan, grandma came to the temple near the hillocks with Neha. Grandma
stopped a cab and told Neha to go home. After a few moments, Jai and Omi came
to the spot with another cab. By that time, Siddharth started chasing the
kidnapper’s cab while riding on a motorbike. Jai and Omi also followed the cab.
The fight started. The villain got a nice treatment. The cab driver drove back
his cab and informed Lallan Miyan. Lallan Miyan came to the spot with policemen
at the right time. Siddharth and Neha got
married, but, Jai and Omi kept on chasing the girls. Lallan Miyan now started
giving more cigarettes to Jai and Omi. Samjha karo mere huzoor, they are all
“CHASME BUDDOOR”.
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