Mottu and Rajni are still around, jabbering outside my door about some hip hop singer by the name of IshQ Bector. Now what kind of a name is that? But I daren’t voice the thought aloud or I’d get a lecture on ishq, pyaar, mohabbat from the twits. And I can do without such love khichdi.
They’re talking so loudly.. I’m sure it’s intentional.. Apparently apna Ishq sahab got an SOS call from none other than A R Rehman the other day. And not wanting to keep the great man waiting, he hopped on to a local.
By the time he had wriggled out of the crowded train at Mahalaxmi station, he’d been dispossessed of his card. And by the time he’d discovered the theft and blocked the card, the chor had picked up Rs 50,000 worth of booze. Hic hic hooray! Mots and Rajni are still gabbing about how Rahman sir was most impressed by his sur and was head banging to his tunes. Yeah sure, now if they don’t leave my penthouse this minute, I’m going to bang their heads too. Kya karen, such is life dearies.