Nas,

Just because you're tripping standing in front of your daddy caught with your stained pants down doesn't mean that people don't feel sorry for you. All of Nas's bokas are watching their fearless leader pissing in his pants as he tries, swallowing his saliva, to explain to his daddy. "But daddy...," swallow, gulp, blink blink. Nas's daddy, nodding his head watches his quivering son leaking like a baby that is not diaper-trained. Nas's daddy wants to know where all of his money went. After all, Nas's father's hard earned money was earned the same way that his son spends it: through bribery.
And Nas, on one side his bokas are watching their chest-thumping jingoistic leader turning red, blue, purple and yellow hopping from foot to foot. And on the other hand they are looking at Nas's daddy demanding to know where his bribery-earned money flew up in flames in one nights fun.

And this is when Nas's story starts to change like Bill Clinton on the witness stand. "Daddy, I swear to My Good Lord Jesus Christ, I have never ever paid money to do. I would rather do my own hand, than pay to do."

Nas's daddy "But son, you just told me that you were enjoying a lap dance and that you were watching everything like a lato stares at a kera, as those girls just took that money by throwing a few cheap compliments at you. And you lapped up their compliments like a dog swallows vomit?"

Nas "Daddy, daddy...umm, heh he, uh, ah, oh. No, I didn't use your money...I uh ah oh umm...heh heh. I touched but didn't touch. Err. Umm. I thought it was a girl but it was really a boka. And since to screw bokas you don't need money...heh heh, daddy. Please try to understand"

Meanwhile Nas's boka's are watching their fearless leader with open mouths like latos watching a hanging  kera...not quite sure when he is going to drop like an over-riped banana that smells sour.

Nas,

We're all friends. That's all we've ever been.

I see that now you are pretty much kneeling in front of your daddy glaring at you. Nas is looking up at his daddy trying to explain to him what transpired in a night's fun. "Daddy, I love you daddy. I love no one but you. You are my life and soul. Heh, heh daddy."

Then Nas puts on a wittle wittle pout, trying to look innocent and cute. Nas rolls his eyes like a little girl who just got a poppsickle stick from the 'baraf' guy in Thamel streets. And Nas pulls that famous line from Rodney King: "Can't we all just get along? Am I being so unreasonable?"

As Dushashan tries to pull on Draupadi's sari, trying to disrobe her, Draupadi, holds onto her sari with all her might. She holds on, trying to save the only thing that she has, her respect.

And Dushashan pulls. His eyes feasting on her femininity, listening to the goading voice of his brothers led by Duryodhan, Dushashan pulls and pulls on Draupadis sari, hoping to embarass her naked in the court filled with men. For them this is mere entertainment. Just another day of the Kaurav brothers doing what they do best.

Draupadi yells in the court of Hastinapur. "Oh men of Hastinapur, how could you all watch me be disrespected in this way? Why did no one speak up? She points at all the men in the court of Hastinapur. Are you not real men that you could watch an innocent woman be disrobed in this way and you all said not a word?"

I Hate America:

"Again to Rashika kanchi, 

Nas,

Yooo hooo. Hellooo? Where are you sweetheart? Oh dear Alpha-male. Oh beater of women. Oh humiliator of dancing girls. Under whose skirt have you gone to hide now?

As Nas's daddy browbeats his son into submission, his boka sathis are in a dharma sankat. Should they continue to be loyal to this fallen leader of theirs or should they do the right thing and act in the name of dharma? Swallowing their dry saliva they can't decide what to do untill Nas, grits his teeth at them and brow beats them as if saying, "Damn it, do something, don't just stand their like a bunch of brainless hippies." And then suddenly the bokas out of nowhere they find their voice. They start to bleat like little lambs. They wave their hands up and down jumping and yelling trying to catch Nas's daddies attention.

One of them points out of the window and yells, "Look a bomb just went off, I think it was the Maoists."

Another says, "Nas's daddy, you owe me money, remember? Umm...yeah you owe me Rs 500. please give it to me right now. My mother is dying of cancer."

Yet another, fakes a heart attack and rolls on the ground gasping and wheezing untill he turns blue in the face.

Nas,

I'm missing you sweety. How can you leave me like this? Sniff sniff. Sob sob. Come back come back where ever you are.

Nas's father turns his gaze from his son to the other bokas rolling around the ground, screaming, bouncing, and hitting themselves in the face. But one of them, the second in command in the group, sees that all this is not working. After getting a nod and a pursed lip from Nas, who at this point is white in the face and his hands look yellow, drained of blood, the commander steps up with his hands raised, smiling, with his head slightly tilted to the right.

"Uncle...c'mon uncle. This is your only son Uncle. If he doesn't spend your money, who will?"

"Teen dharke kalo thago (thread) changa chayyyyt"

(look up guys, the thread is about to end.)

As the Terminator said, "I'll be back"

You are not men. You are all cowards. All you put togethor could not fight one weak, defenceless, girl. *Shaking my head*

I would spit in front of your feet. But you don't deserve even that much.

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The above story is dedicated to the alpha-male and ruler of sajha, my future husband, Nas. With much love, smiles and all,

Rasika Kancchi