Mahrukh Osmany: fina hi pina hai.

I was seriously joking when i said i'm going to write a post about Mahrukh Osmany, but after all the provocation, all the buildup to our mega showdown, all the things she said she'd do to me, i think i'm changing my decision. Now, its going to be a Mahrukh Osmany series. And i'm gonna name it, " Mahrukh Osmany: fina hi pina hai." (sponsorship issues)

The first installment in the series will be "Mahrukh Osmany and the window that flew out of the computer".
But first, we need a prologue, or a preface or whatever you might call it.



In the middle of the land of Everywhere, a bored guy is sitting in his room, all alone, late at night. Actually, its 2 am. He's switching channels, surfing through them. 1 to 51, 51 to 1.
"its all so stupid. Kya karun? Suba chhuti b hai"
he is thinking to himself and cursing the very day he came here. He has finished his "Deception point" and all thats left to do is go to sleep. But defeat is not an option. It never was.
He takes out the ufone sim, puts it into the cell, and thinks about the time constraints for a second. Actually, he realises its pretty late but what can he do? He's bored for God's sake, he has to do something.
"but she might be sleeping"
"so what? i'm not sleeping, she's free all day anyways, everyday of the week, so why should she sleep?"
after this little soliloquy, the boy picks up the phone and dials the number.
"beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep"
"taaaaan taaaaan taaaaan" the phone on the other side must be ringing. And then somebody picks up the phone
"helllooooooo, kyaaaa haaaay?????" someone was sleep talking.
"oye tum so gai? Pagal ho?"
"haan yar bohat neend ai hui hai sonay do"
"nae utho, i told you i'll call you, wake up"
"nae, sonay do"
"nae, utho" the guy said.
"please"
"no"
"i'm bushed"
"i'm telling you,Acha thori dair.uth jao."
"nae bohat thaki hui hun"
"thori dair"
"hmph...acha theek hai. Bolo."

Its 2 a.m and the air is stiflingly hot outside, but it doesn't really matter, thanx to the airconditioner. The tv is boring. Life has come to a standstill. Roses are red. Trees are green. Water is blue. The guy is Hassaan Akram. The poor person on the other side of the phone, with a feeble lethargic voice, trying hard to fight Hassaan initially and then to fight sleep, trying hard to convince Hassaan to let her sleep, and trying hard to convince herself is someone known as Mahrukh Osmany.