Is it time already??

So, I`ve lied and that makes me a sinner, but then isnt grey what makes life so beautiful. I am glad that atleast people, especially Indians are so used to false claims (thanks to the in your face politics) that my whole crappy back in black assertion didnt meet any audience. But I wont take the blame for that, its alcohol which should be subjected to criticism. I think I am using but too often, so as Sunny pajji said in a memorable dialogue which sends shivers down the spine of any listener - NO IF NO BUTT sirf JAT...isliye mai kuch likhne ki koshish karta hoon and here it goes>>>

Long long time ago not so long ago (coutesy uru) there was this Jat dude called Sunny, strutting the streets of Downtown Seattle. He looked lost and confused, but neverthless confident. He was staring at all the people around him as if he was amidst the creatures belonging to a zoo ( I am sure the other people felt the same abt him but then I am the eye of the dude here). Initially, the sight of a hot chic made his heart go faster than a killer bullet , but then there were so many of them that his heart quit this freakshow and settled down eventually. He was having a hardtime digesting the fact that the exterior of his village had become what was in sight.

The morning had started in the usual manner with him drinking Lassi and practicing with frogs so that he can croak at the top of his voice when the opportune moment (which is omnipresent) shows up. Then came the usual song and dance sequence where he slammed his feet on the ground, raised his hand and shouted "whos your daddy" to the village folks, to which all replied dharam paaji in unison. Though Sunny was expecting his name, the chant of his fathers name left him in tears and being overtly sentimental he showered the people with gifts (his head bands, tshirts soiled in blood etc) and walked towards the Panchayat. Today was no ordinary day, he was in dispute with the village goon Shamshera over the critical issue of "smack my bitch up" and Panchayat was meeting today to decide the case. Shamshera was accusing Sunny of manhandling his beloved bitch Duggy (Shamshera`s version of Doggy). Now the catch was that Shamshera called both his girlfiriend and his female dog(bitch) as Duggi and nobody knew which Duggy he was referring to. As the Panchayat meeting place approached, Sunny walked in slow motion (partially because he wanted to forever delay this stupid meeting and partially because he wanted to look like a hero) and soon it was noon. As the clock struck 12, the Panchayat members quickly dispersed for a long lunch break and when they were bored with their speculation on what the actual case was about, they returned by which time Sunny had also almost reached the tree of Justice.

okay, now I have to say is it time to sleep?? I would say yes...Again I will ask myself...Really, is it time already?? I would reaffirm and so you will have to wait for the next time to know what happens in the Panchayat meet.. How does Sunny land in Seattle when he is clearly in a small village of Punjab that very morning :) So, till then...stay tuned and peace out...