Ode to the most important people in my life

There is my bai called Sundar1

Who is more of a nature’s blunder

She sweeps the floor

And knocks on the door

Just when to sleep I surrender

(1: Name same, bai still the same!)


There was also my cook called Anmol2

Who made in my pockets many hole

The Roti she would make

The policemen used to take

To be used as torture weapon against the foul

(2: Name changed to protect her identity. She is now thinking of joining Anti Terrorist Squad to teach em a lesson)


There was a watchman, Bahadur3 was his name

Sleeping was one of his favourite game

Some people came to steal

Even his pants they could peel

And all the while he was in the dream frame

(3: Name changed to protect HIS identity since I heard he has joined DREAMZ UNLIMITED inc and is doing good)


My driver, Deewan4, was his name

Formula 1 was his only aim

While he drove on the roads

There were heart-attack loads

And on rain he would put the blame

(4. Name changed to protect MY identity)


The receptionist in my office was called Sweety5

As per some men, she was cute and pretty

She would giggle, she would smile

And all the while

She would bat her eyelashes like a tweety

(5: Name varies as per the department 😛 What’s her name in your area? 😉


p.s.   Post was updated to let the readers in on the the current state of the various affairs.

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No Offence !!!

In a rustic jat lingo.. “Rehen do SirJi.. Ladees Driver hain.. hota hain” 🙂

Few stills on the same context….

and one more video, which is kinda IQ challenger 😉