Everyone is dressed tradititonally and running around in the ground floor of a old nizamy style building and I am watching everything patiently from my window on the first floor.. I am dressed in a pathani outfit and my room is beautiful with bright colourful curtains, bedsheets in a qawalli style.. Suddenly everything just went calm and then enters a very famous celebrity none other than A r rehman.. It seems he heard my radio show and wanted to come onto my show and I called him and tat is y evevryone was running around. We both a nice chat and he also suggested me to start the show with a joke.. Everything was going perfect untill we suddenly decided to start my radio show and I took him near my wonderful master piece, none other than the Compaq PIII 1.00 Ghz 640 mb ram computer and switched it on to start my show.. And my beautiful machine, my baby refussed to start and Rehman was whistling and looking around the cornors of a wall, I think he was thinking of a new tune inspired by the orange walls.. My baby was still not cooperating and i asked him to go out give some time for my baby to start and he can have breakfast and come.. Poor chap was so friendly but left without saying a word.. And that is when I decided I will never have celebrities on my show again, not even in my dream..
1 comment:
Hey jaanu! Woah! great piece of writing! :) awesome description :) Keep dreaming and keep writing! and yes No celebrities in u r dreams :P :) And yea glad u r dreams are so so so pleasant compared to mine ;)
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