Desi Train

Ok I admit, I have not been able to do one thing at work since morning. It’s been a long time time, uhuh, a very long time since someone or something has had the ability to distract me to this extent. I’m afraid to get off my chair and leave for lunch. The reason is simple. Mini-me is up, awake, alive and ready to roll.

This is a state where whatever you try however hard you try, mini-me will be in no mood to listen to you. No Sir. What mini-me wants mini-me gets. Its an altogether different matter that the few times what mini-me wants it cannot get. Tragic. Yes indeed. But if you had a magic potion to bring the Penthouse model to life or the one on your computer screen, life would have been so much easier. Mini-me would get what it yearned for and you could get out of your office chair and go for lunch.

But it isn’t so. The first ones to haunt me and my poor mini-me was Parveen Babi and Zeenat Aman. Hell hath no fury like a mini-me scorned. And if PB and ZA appeared in the same movie, you knew life was going to be a living hell the whole fucking year the movie got released in.

But you grew up (a little and that includes mini-me), its the 80s and if you liked big matkas and thunder thighs you were so on, but out of the blue stepped out into the scene, a hot bombshell called Kimi Katkar, at a time when mini-me was really trying hard to get attracted to someone called Meenakshi Sheshadri. A U-turn and Kimi it was. No magic potion yet to make her come alive out of the screen and cum to you. Samantha Fox was meanwhile gearing up to occupy mini-me’s time 24/7.

90s. Hell if you remember who came in and who went by. Attraction today. Gone tommorrow. Mini-me was like in a constant flux of getting up, going down, getting up, going down at the countless beauties rushing past by it on screen and in - a boon to mini mes all over - THE ITEM NUMBERS. Wow!!!

But the reason for writing this post and my inability to not be able to go for lunch because of mini-me’s erect (pun unintended) pose, is this….

Ladies and Gentlemen, please meet my next dating target. Rakhi Sawant. Rakhi is young, beautiful, a hot mouthwatering body, mesmerizing eyes and a devil may care attititude.

At a sweet age of 23 and having a pair of knockers which will pop most of us poor guys’ eyeballs out, Rakhi-jee is getting ready to topple Mallika Sherawat and the likes. How? No dear reader, she’s is not coming to NY for acting lessons (in which case I would have been soon looking for another job outside California in…you know where).

No dear reader, she plans to topple all the “top” female stars, but getting a new “top”. Lohe ko Loha katata hain [Hinglish: The butt of iron can only be kicked by another iron]. In the same way “top” will be toppled by another top.

Yes, dear reader, it’s Hallelujah time. Rakhi-jee is planning to get silicon implants. And in Rakhi-jee’s own words her implants will smack the hell out of Sherawat’s implants.

S.B.W.W. (its Silicon Boob Wild Wrestling). Tickets for the match - Rakhi v/s Sherawat - are available here. The match will be held at 7pm at Silicon Valley. Please ensure you bring tons of beer with you.

But getting more Boobs on already big Boobs? Isn’t that like carrying your gym weights all around you?

“Hey Rakhi, don’t see you at the gym anymore”
Mmmm…I don’t need to. I just injected myself with a one. A portable.

I wonder if her boyfriend would use that gym for a benchpress or lifting dumb-bells (pun highly unintended)

But the more I see her, the more I believe my dreams of a three-some (oz clarification: threesome= two girls and a guy) will come true after I start dating Rakhi-jee. I’m certain this will come true cause of this…

How can someone be so hot? Have you watched Movies where this hottie woman all kissing and tearing the hot guy’s (like me) clothes, suddenly turns into a blood sucking alien who kills the hot guy (not me). And her giving out statements like “There is acid in my blood” doesn’t help quell the “she maybe an alien” fear. Sigh.

Now only if this she’s a blood sucking alien/no she’s not - fear is put to rest then maybe then I could join her in the shower here…

On a serious note, how long do these actresses last? Has anyone kept track of how much time do the silicon in, silicon out babes get on center stage. I mean not that I care, hell I’ll be glad if I can get out for lunch. And I’ll admit, I haven’t been this distracted by a Bollywood actress to this extent in a long time.

This entry was posted on Thursday, January 26th, 2006 at 2:26 pm and is filed under Bollywood, Sex, Romance etc..
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