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Jai, Veeru and Gabbar


Once there was a Veeru, and her freind Jai,
they were  both best freinds,night and day,
both studied,studied forever,
we never saw any of them gay.

Both came to school together,
sat and ate together,
went back home together,
from our common alma mater.

Veeru liked talking to people,
Jai always kept introvert,
Veeru always adviced Jai,
to talk and now convert.

Even in exams often,they would sit beside,
we often cried jolly,
"Rab ne kya banai hai jodi"

This was the scene wen all was right,
till that girlish man came upright,
this was the entry of a villain,
we called him "Chikna Gabbar"

This man looked as smooth,
as Sir Lancelot's helmet plume,
his face had no strand of hair,
and was in colour much fair.

And he had a huge bulging tummy,
seemed as overloved by his mummy,
this man liked our Veeru,
and like turned,by the end, loving Veeru.

One sudden day,
stealing from everyones fray,
Gabbar proposed our veeru,
and she too came in a mood cheeru.

They came in a genuine relationship,
were happy,sailing in the same ship,
were there for each others cry,
but where is the poor Jai?

Some days later,
to our questions cater,
we saw outside the alma mater,
not Jai,but Veeru and Gabbar together.

This was a wide crack,
on this narrow friendship track,
though the gadi is back on track,
it was a big attack.

Now again,Veeru and Jai are together,
the songs changed
"dosti hum nahi todenge"
to
"dost ko ab hum chodenge"

Though this seems a political settlement,
for us, it was a complete entertainment,
I dont know how they came again close,
may be the effect of a mentos.

But one serious stanza at the last,
putting on everything a hansaplast,
that was a narrow crack,
on a wide friendship track,
to complete my rhyme,
Gabbar wore a sexy fast track...


28th December, 2010.

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