Moods and Modes
Dr. SMS (Sleep-Mode Singh)
There are so many thorns in my honest flesh. To name a few – Oddvani, Nitdin Galti-kare, Sushma Bapraj, Arun Jo-thi-lee(B. Diet). One such distinguished thorn, in this long list, is this Arvind Kayee-sawaal. The man is simply beyond any compassion – no pity and respect for the elderly and his elders. You answer his one question – you know his questions are always difficult and naughty – and the next thing you know, he has another naughty question ready, like my Hitler wife. The man is definitely a public nuisance and too dangerous and notorious for people like me who at 80 are already in search of an old house. In fact, I had almost fixed my eyes on one such royal old house but the clever old fox Dada beat me in the race. And on top of that this Arvind K is troubling me. Earlier he was accompanied by another naughty female – Ms. Kiran Baitthi – and the duo were raising hell, accompanied by their Big Brother. But thank God, good sense prevailed and they left Kayee-sawaal alone.
This misfit was well settled. Had a nice little place and job. He was in a position to eat as much balanced diet as he wanted. But no, he himself and on his own, developed trouble with his digestion and he came up with this slogan : RTI ( Rahti Thori Indigestion). Now what can anyone do. If you ask me he was plain unlucky. I mean some can digest, some cannot. He in fact, went on ‘study-leave’(on department’s expenses and cost) to solve this problem and to do MBA (Management of Additional Balanced-Diet) but could not be cured of this disease or malady. And instead of having some self-introspection and soul searching he is simply indulging in Dictionary-searching, just to come up with some new fancy questions to stop others from eating balanced diet. Just to give you one example– one of his disciples, has lodged a complaint against the outgoing and out-bound ex President of the SW Club, Ms. Pratibha S.P.(Samaan-Pack-chal), that while leaving she took away all the gifts given to her as President, including the gift given by Uncle Sam ( OMama). I mean this is the limit. I must read a fairly long poem on this Kayee-sawaal one day. Sure.
Active Mode :
Madam ji ……this Kayee-sawaal is getting naughtier everyday and a pain in ….you know where. Now he is asking a white Paper on all expenses, donations and balanced Diet.
H.H. (High Heel) Command :
I will never understand the ‘mysterious Indian male’. Why they keep asking for such useless things. Either they are getting involved in sex scandals or producing unwanted children. And if at all any male is free from these two, he simply asks questions, gives advice or asks for white papers. Come to think of it, our Rah-bhool too asked for so many white papers when he was a student. But the good boy that he is, he never wrote anything on those papers. And why this Kayee-sawaal of yours is asking for white papers from us? Doesn’t he have his own mother?
Madam ji he is very naughty – he wants, we should write all the uncomfortable details and give the white paper to him on all the scandals.
Very foolish. Who is the fool who made you the PM? Oh me. Yes….Yes. You see if we write anything on a white paper, the paper doesn’t remain white anymore you……I mean PM ji. Tell your Kayee-sawaal to clarify and make up his naughty mind about the colour of the damn paper.
Ok Madam ji. Ah……. ahm….mmm…err…… Madam ji ……did you by any chance I mean……did you like my comment…..I mean poetry “Rupya perron par toe lagta nahin”?
You and your poetry PM ji. Between you and me the poetry should be, to put the record straight :
Rupya perron par toe….…lagta nahin,
Tum PM? kissee ko bhee lagta nahin!!
Rupees don’t grow on a tree,
You PM?…oh you…naughty!!