Rome bhi pagal hai

Shivjeet Kullar / TNN / Jun 5, 2007, 00:00 IST

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And Rome by God is totally surprising us.

And Rome by God is totally surprising us. Oh ji, many years ago when I was the phasaoing my girlfriend I promised her the very cultured life. I gave her guarantee that if she became wife I would not just lock her up and make her just to cook and iron but would take her abroad to roam around. Every year since she while cooking and ironing keeps to asking me. Finally she is fully fed up and this year to tell me that I batter take her or she will divorce and take Bunty and Sweety also. So I book the ticket to Kathmandu and said ‘here you are soniye we can to go.’ She look at me daggers and say ‘am I so cheap to kook and klean for 20 years for Kathmandu - you have promised cultured life so batter take me for proper roaming.’ And ji that’s how we went to Rome.
And Rome by God is totally surprising us. Here everyone driving like a mad man and there everyone driving like mad man. Here they lean out and shout ‘pehendi’, there they lean out and shout ‘porco.’ Here we have Jantar Mantar where everyone goes round and round lost in history, and there they have Colosseum where people go round and round. Here we have Dilli Haat to eat and make enjoy, there you have Navona Haat for same thing. There you have God Bless Vatican, here you have God Bless Bahai. Here you have autowallas who refuse to go, there you have mercedeswallas who do the same. Here Kulfi, there Gelato. Here dhabaria there pizzeria. Here thieves will pick your pocket, there they have upgraded model, beautiful gypsy women who will do the same thing. Arre bhai there they even have Sarojini Nagar - it’s a two mile long street with shops called Porta Portese! (For long time I am thinking that every woman there is pregnant till wife informs me that prego means please in Italian.) Finally is time to go back. Wife is looking happy, next twenty years of cooking seems assured. She goes off to do some duty free shopping to empty more hole in my pockets.
Then I see a Sardar, he looks old and wise and is speaking on mobile in Italian. The time has come to ask the question that’s been on my mind so many days.
“Psst” I whisper “how is Dilli and Rome the same?” He looks at me oldly and wisely. Then he writes something on a piece of paper and says “prego open only in Delhi.” In Delhi I get off the plane and open the paper. On it is written “have you forgotten who is running your country?”

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