Hand Pump

I don’t know why I decided to start writing after such a long time. I guess it has something to do with Hadippa song that I heard few minutes ago in cafeteria where I was busy having my morning cup of coffee and making hideous plans as to how to show my outlook calendar look extremely busy throughout the day.

The lyrics blaring out of the dusty LCD TV in cafeteria, shook and took sethisahib’s inspirational level to a new height all together and sethi sahib decided to stage his nth to come back to his blog. Saale itni comeback to Humare ghar ki kaam wali bai ne bhi nahin ki hongi.

The much admired and revered Lyrics goes something like ,
chewing gum hain chabbi ja,
hand pump hain dabbi ja ,
pipe te jussan kaddi ja ,
fikar kare fukre.

And for Punjabi and Mika phobic guys , translations goes like

Chew the chewing Gum
Press the hand pump
Get the juices out from pipe
Let the fuse heads worry.

LOL , man WTF… this is totally gross, and knowing sethi sahib’s penchant to welcome shit umpteen times in his forever mid life crisis ridden life , I just loved it. And as an ode to the gross lyrics writer I really..really.. want to find house-less Emran hasmi and give him a big bade waala mouth to mouth on his monkey lips . Probably it’s the passion generated by words like dabbi, chabby and kaddi which invoked the wild Kundalini energies hidden deep inside me.

The world is changing. Human race is in midst of a big orgy party. As if being fucked by economic rescession , terrorism, dumb head news channels and Salman khan’s accented “kitne pratishat bhartiya” on dus ka dum wasn’t enough we were also joined in this mass fuck by swine flu , no monsoons, rakhi sawnts doubious swyanmwars and Mayawatiji’s umpteem statues all around the northern belt.

Bring em on .The more the merrier…..

I am nonchalantly pressing my hand pump because......
…….Fikar karein Fukre ….LOL…