I think for last post Google reader failed; hence I am again posting the link for survey here; so anyone who has not taken the survey can do so. You can read about the poll here [ link ] and take the survey here [link] .
OK about this post I think its been too long I have posted here (I know each time I say this) But this time the writer’s block extended too long. So just to break that I came up with this post. Please forgive me if you don’t find it funny or worth reading or too long.
Time: 1.00 AM
Venue: My bed
Me: You can’t do that to me..I am not coming…
He: Do you have any option? Just imagine what will happen when you will get married..I know that’s difficult but still there is a chance that you may find some girl…*evil laugh*
Me: Why you have to call at this insane hour?…It’s not the right time to discuss my marriage…and its blackmailing.
He : All this while I was talking to my fiancé…heh..so see ya tomm at 6.00 pm sharp
Me: No…I am not coming..I have 2 left feet …please under..
–Line was disconnected———–
I had a nightmare. I was performing a pole dance for gabbar; who was having his 5th cuppa. No there was no VIRU. Gun was pointed towards me. In case you never watched Dostana ; gabbar was a GAY.
I woke up the next morning and took 2 asprin to kill my headache. But it killed my sane mind and by afternoon I was dizzy. I took one more dose and by evening I was flying. I was so HIGH that I actually downloaded 3 bappida songs from 80’s. Asprins were working.
Cut to :
Time: 6.00 pm
Venue: Flat No : 203, Evershine , Malad
He looked low on testerone. Mix of shaimak davar and bobby darling with a hint of karan johar.
GLOT* (In his girly voice): So you can dance? Hard to believe…
Me: Ye little better than you loser…(Asprins were working)
GLOT: Show us your moves then….Music
(Prem ki Naiya In the background and all eyes were on me. Those eyes belonged to the GLOT and my cousins 3 cute friends….I regretted my last line instantly…But there was no turning back..Specially in front of that GLOT..)
I showed some of my aerobics moves which I learned long back [ link ] and for which my lady instructor use to give me those cute smiles during the session; later my batch mate told me that she used to give me dirty look and not smiles, obviously he was jealous.
Anyhow I started my sunny paji meets micheal jackson jig and ohh boy they all started rolling on the floor laughing , for once I thought my fly was open but it wasn’t. They were laughing at the way I was dancing, It reminded me of nigar khan who once said there are no takers for real talent in india , No wonder she
was deported left the country. I miss her. Even I wanted to leave that house but couldn’t, I need people to dance at my wedding as well. I hate these things but…
Anyways GLOT decided that I was good for nothing and proposed that he can use me as a prop in his theme song, may be a tree around which couple will run. I refused. Now I wanted to dance. GLOT was adamant. It took lot of negotiation and Transfer of 2 interesting files from my cell phone to his. But we had to change the song and cut the length short. Never mind.
We started practicing. I think my partner was nervous, may be because of my superior dancing skills. Somehow she kept coming in my way and got slapped each time I waved my right hand instead of left one. I smashed her toe more than once. But she kept her cool. She was good. Anyhow my group practiced for 15 minutes for 1 minute song and I took little over two hours. You know I like to improve every move till perfection. And then…
Brrrr..I think it became too long and boring. So I should stop here. The Jig goes live the next week-end. My cousin told me that I shouldn’t tell anyone about my performance; It will be a surprise for everyone. I think that’s cool idea, But I smell something fishy there. Anyhow if I do manage to shake my kamaria on the stage and people don’t throw rotten tomatoes and boiled eggs, then I must try to get the dance video and post it here only if all my loyal fans plead for that…lol
Anyhow survey result goes up in the next post. Stay tuned.
*GLOT = Guy Low On Testerone