Dialogue

Ha! And you thought I was about to write something serious eh? Well, dearies, I just couldn't resist. This came in my mail just today. And my side-stitches ache to share them with you..
Presenting words of wisdom by none other than Mithun Chokroborty himself.....


" Bheegi hui cigarette kabhi jal nahi sakti.....

aur yeh tay hai ki teri maut ki taarikh tal nahi sakti "



"Apuun ka naam hai HEERA,

Apuun ne sab ko Cheera..." (wah wah.....)





shetty: "kaun hai be tu?"

Mithun da says-


"Mai hoon tum jaise logon se nafarat karne wala,

Garibon ke liye jyoti, Gundon ke liye jwala

tuze banake maut ka Ek niwala,

tere sine mein gaad dunga mai maut ka bhala.

Mila doonga yamraj se tere ko salaaaa." (who thought poor Shetty would have to listen to beautifOOL poetry before *sniff* he got the life punched outta him??)


" kyunki ab mein Indrajeet nahi......chandaal hoon

tum chaho toh mera program note karlo

...tum sab meri diary mein mar chuke ho!

mein chahoo toh tum sabko abhi mar sakta hoon

magar abhi maarne se tumhe maarne ka credit meri bullet ko mil jayega!!!! "
( kya logic hain!!!!!!!! !,superb! )




" Main hoon Do Numbri, ek se jyaada, teen se kam

Dikhne mein bevda, bhaagne mein ghoda, aur maarne mein hathoda .... " (
amazing )


" Jitani tumane saanse li hongi, usase jyaada maine lashein girayi hai
(aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ???????)



Mantriji:- "Ye kanch bullretproof hai.

tum mujhe chu bhi nahi sakte"



Mithun Da:-"Ye kanch bulletproof hai magar patthhar proof nahi"

AND HE BREAKS IT BY THROWING STONES ON THE GLASS. (BONK!!!)

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And the best one…………….

Mithun da gets a bullet on his leg, Looks at the villain scornfully, calmly stands up and says-


"DUSHMANO KI LAASHON PAR BHANGRA KARNE WALA KABHI LANGDA NAHIN HO SAKTA"


" Koi Shaq..??"

Confession

Wow, am I pensive or am I pensive? I think. I know. But nowadays, I’m thinking a lot. Its like become a habit, a subconscious one. Like when, you bite your nails and you don’t realize what you are doing unless someone, comments on your “bad”, “un-lady-like” behavior. Its like falling through space, thinking you are safe and its only a dream, but waking up just in time to see that you’ve fallen outta your head.


So I naturally have become really serious. I don’t smile. Which I’m hating by the way. This is a very new feeling for me. Not feeling good. Generally, I give Teletubbies a run for their money because of my chirpiness. I’m an irritant at home, because of my slapstick jokes. But that was yesterday. Today, I don’t feel good. Season change, did someone say? No, that’s not it. Let’s just say, I have done some Very Bad Stuff, which I’m feeling Very Bad about.



I broke a friend’s heart. I wasn’t their when she needed me. I was too busy making my future. I left her in the dark, with nothing to support on. I am a monster. There. I said it. I have been a very bad friend. Which I was not. A bad friend, that is. I really don’t know how to re-do (re-vamp? Re-furbish? Re-create?) the trust I’ve lost with my friend.



For a long time, I was thinking. Oh well. To bullocks with it. Why do I care? Yeah, one college mate lost. No biggie. But you know… that small voice inside your head? Behind your ear? Crawling up your veins? That little fella constantly kicked me in the shins, pulling me down to planet earth, and pulling my ears close to its mouth and telling me I M WRONG.



So here I am. Making a confession. I want my friend back. I want everything back to normal. I want sunshine. I want silly smiles on my face again. I want free from guilt.