“Jhalak dikhla aaja, Jhalak dikhla aaja, ek baar aaja aaja aaja aaja aaaaaja, ek baar aaja aaja aaja aaja aaaaaja… Jhalak dikhla aaja, jhalak dikhla aaj… click”
Hello?
Dude Pastrami here.
Dearest Fellow Afteryouths,
I know how it is. I understand. You step out of the shower, dry yourself down in front of the mirror, (maybe flex those pecs a little?) and then slip into the bedroom in your towel to surprise the missus.
There comes a time in the life of a blog when the author sits back and thinks “If seven people can do a piece of work in five days then in how many days can three mallus do the same amount of work but this time if the factory is shifted from Gurgaon to Cochin?”
Aha!
Ahaha!
The other day, on my way back home from the gym in a cab, I stopped at a store to buy a bottle of water and some bread. I whipped out my wallet, settled the bill and then walked out. A few nanoseconds later I heard someone call out from behind me. Well he actually puckered his lips and…