Journalists seldom get relaxed moments; during such a moment, the crime reporter and also the boss (B) unknowingly delves himself into a conversation with a junior colleague (C), twenty years younger. The conversation is given below:
B: From a skinny frame of years gone by
I have grown like a veritable Adnan Sami
Of the earlier version,
While from the plus-sized girl
You have turned into a damsel like Waheeda Rehman.
Gracious but a little distraught in love
Your take on this?
C: For sure, one in a million chance
Of two colleagues
Going in reverse directions
One racing towards obesity
Driven by success in career
Supplemented by an unmatched passion for food,
While the other is resplendent
In her struggle, having achieved the miraculous result
Of saying good-bye to obesity.
B: Do you frequently hit the gym?
C: Not at all- a five day per week of strict regimen for food,
Fruits only and vegetables with fruits alternately,
The week- ends are the normal ones.
B: Subsisting on this, you would soon shrink like a beggar.
No North Indian `rogan josh’, no Bengal’s` kosha mangso’,
No Rajasthani `laal maans’, no Lakhnavi `tunde ki kabab’
Neither overloaded pizzas nor Hyderabadi biryani,
For you week-days,
For others, it would be `weak’-days.
C: You then have no hope for the latest version of Adnan Sami.
With a double chin and exploding facial muscles
Even a botox for a facelift wouldn’t help.
The stare of an intelligent crime reporter
Would henceforth, be missing.
The choice is yours.
B: Tell me, do you have any BFs?
C: So long, no.
B: Love comes in all sizes,
Why not try?
I suggest four or five at the same time.
Select who is nice to you, takes care of you and respects you.
C: Silly. I mean your suggestion.
A long perhaps eternal wait is in store
For this Waheeda Rehman
A G. Dutt is yet to surface.
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