Kissaa Kahaani

September 27, 2011

Mujhe ek kahani likhni hai…

Filed under: Opinions,The Memories Unfogged,The Pun & the Fun — MK @ 4:24 pm

The little joys of life and big joys of life

Kuch to karna hai ke zindagi badi chhoti si hai…
kabaddi khelte un bachcho ke khilkhilahato ko sahejna hai
aur us budhiya ki jhurriyon se batorni hain yaadein…
ma ki lori ko pakadna hai takiye par rakhne ke liye
aur piya ki baahon ka jhoola banana hai simat jaane ke liye…
chaadar ki silvaton mein dubki angrai dhoondhni hai
aur rasoi se basmati ki mahek…
ped par baithi maina ki chahek chahyiye
aur sooraj se thodi narm si garmi…
sardi ki raaton mein muh se nikli bhaap ko kaid karna hai
aur gubbaro se chatak rang chheenna hai…
raat se udhaar kuch taare chahiye
aur apni aankho ki thandhak ke liye subeh se os…
hawa se maangni hai gulab ki khushbu
aur baarish se gulmohar ka rang…
dhool se abhrak ke kuch kan maangne hain
aur patjhad se ek peela patta…
bachche ke aansu me chhupi ma ki ek kasak chahiye…
aur gaay ke doodh ki mithaas…
Waqt se kuch panne bhi udhaar maangne hain…
mujhe ek kahani likhni hai…

April 28, 2011

Two And A Half Men

boy!!! You have to love these two and half men!!!

Alan- Because of the way you live your life, bad things have to happen to you to even things out.
Charlie- Well, I don’t agree.
Alan- It’s not up for debate! It’s a law, like gravity!
Charlie- I agree with gravity.
Alan- Oh yeah, no one would ever want you falling off the planet with nothing to hump but satellites!

Charlie Harper: [Trying to seduce Alan like he would a lady, so Alan would agree to have dinner] So where do you wanna go, baby?
Alan Harper: That’s, er, that’s very funny.
Charlie Harper: No, no, no. Let’s get something hot in you and then get something “hot” in you.
Alan Harper: Knock it off!
Charlie Harper: Gee, you smell good!
Alan Harper: You know what? OK, OK, I’ll just stay here and have a popsicle.
Charlie Harper: Oh, you’ll be getting the popsicle!
Alan Harper: Fine, fine! You pick the restaurant.

Alan- Charlie, I think your girlfriend tried to put a curse on me.
Charlie- O, Alan, who in the world hasn’t tried to do that?

Alan Harper: Do you know the problem with sushi?
Charlie Harper: Besides eating it with you?
Alan Harper: It’s all fleshy and flappy and wet. Feels unnatural against my tongue.
Charlie Harper: Hey, Al?
Alan Harper: What?
Charlie Harper: I think I know why your marriages didn’t work out.

Alan: (wondering where Jake is) I hope he didn’t wander under the bleachers during lunch hour.
Charlie: Ah, he’s smarter than that.
Alan: Smart? Charlie, he only got out of 6th grade because he couldn’t fit in the desks anymore.

Charlie Harper: So what’s your plan? Where are you headed?
Jake Harper: I’m gonna stay here.
Charlie Harper: Oh, you can’t stay here.
Jake Harper: Why not?
Charlie Harper: Because your’e running away. “Away”, according to the dictionary, means “not here”. It’s usually preceded by the words “Far far”, or in your case “Go”.

Gordon: God, I love your life.
Charlie: Thanks, but it’s really not as fun as it looks.
Gordon: Really?
Charlie: Nah, I’m kidding! Cheers to me!

Charlie: I remember your high school friend Jamie Eckleberry. We used to call her Eckleberry Hound.
Alan: You used to call her that.
Charlie: I didn’t name her that. I just spread it around. Hey, be sure to keep her off the rug.
Alan: Very funny. You know she’s very successful in her field.
Charlie: Oh, how nice. She has a field to run around in!
Alan: This is getting old.
Charlie: In people or dog years? Look, I’ll be nice. I’ll say hello… then scratch behind her ears.
Alan: Are you done yet?
Charlie: I hope she looks fetching. OK, now I’m done.
[There’s a knock at the door. Jamie enters, wearing a curve hugging dress and showing off lots of cleavage]
Charlie: [with his mouth hanging open] Woof!

Alan: You have five grand in your sweatpants?
Charlie: I prefer to think of it as “three hookers and a Philly cheesesteak.”

Alan: What happens if her husband catches you?
Charlie: Then he shoots me and you can have my house and car.
Alan: Go to her, Charlie. She’s waiting!

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