Ek bangala bane nyara - club remix

It is past midnight and this is the time there is no airtel lady or sabjiwallah or mummy to disturb my rangeen thoughts .Since the day I have landed home , everybody has been telling me that I need to be more mature and responsible .Today I was walking down the street with a friend and we see this auto . So as we are passing it , I decide to talk to the auto driver .

Me : "Haan bhaiyya , khaali ho ?"
Driver : " Haan , kahan jaana hain ?"
Me : " Nahi jaana nahi hain , khaali ho to aao milkar ludo khelte hain."

The guy reacted with the seriousness of a lung cancer patient , and remembering it , now I really think I should mature up a little .

Anyway , without my computer connected to a hostel LAN brimming with anything from bhojpuri movies to documentaries on mexican goats , I feel as helpless as a cockroach lying on its back when I have to spend 14 minutes to download a single track.I downloaded 'Ari Ari' by bombay rockers last night and according to ma , it sounds like some haryanvi carpenter calling out for his tools .The song playing on my system right now is 'You are beautiful' by James Blunt.I think songs like this and aadat , which are about heartbreaks and longing tend to do better than others because almost every guy who lacks a red convertible and the looks of a hrithik-abhishek combo pack has some kinda heartache. Next up on winamp is 'Sexy mama' by Bombay rockers again . I have two mamajis and I need to be a rhino with a dozen viagra shots to find any of them remotely attractive , so Bombay rocker's mama ji must be something . Actually these two years in the hostel have made my ears addicted to music . My room there was like a non stop music station with my winamp almost reporting me to the software welfare commitee for overuse. But please , I am not one of those intellectual and artistic souls who would give up their wife's ovaries to support some music band and eat the kids of the guy who won't . I have bumped into guys with egos the size of a camel's hump hanging from their heads who argue and fight over things such their favorite music band being the best in the world or some pop star being a complete disaster born during the halloween . Apna funda to ethanoic acid ke formulae jaisa simple hain , I like the sound of some song , I like that . And if I don't like someone , I don't go around slitting the thyroid glands of those who do .

Like I guess every guy over 60 and some grandkid to get hold of will do so and muse 'Arre hamare zamane mein hote the singers , jaise K L Saigal , unhe sun kar kidneys jhoom uthtee thee" , but I have some emotionally disturbing memories of his singing . When I was a kid , my dad got all excited during a shopping trip and barged into a music store and bought an eight cassette collection of K L Saigal . That night , after dinner , he got together me and my sis .

Dad : "Aao mere nanhe munno baccho , aaj main tumhe asli gaane sunaata hun . K L Saigal !! yeh aajkal ke sonu nigam monu nigam kya hai iske saamne ".

Me and my sis look at each other and think 'Mummy to bach ke nikal gayi'.

Dad puts in the first cassette in our shaky BPL player . After a couple of minutes , a voice sprouting directly from the cold victimised nasal tracts of some guy flow out of the speakers ...

"Ek bangala bane nyara
rahe kumba jis mein saara
Sone ka bangala chandan ka jangalaa"

Me and my sis exchanged looks and suddenly burst out laughing .Saigal mamu jaan , yeh gaana hai ya kisi sharabi architect ka bura sapna. I hear Dad gifted the Saigal collection to the Chaddas on their wedding anniversary after wrapping it in some thick gift paper .

Chal rambo bhai , ab main so jaata hun . I have started to get bored at home and need to arrange for some company and tie up a trip for some movie or something soon . And this time , I better be serious with any auto driver I talk to. Last song of the day before I hit the khatiya - Something Something by Mika !!! How exciting .