Niira ki Jabani

“Lulu!” I shouted and called my parrot.

“Yes, my Master” Lulu responded. And kept humming a song.

“Oh you are singing today! And ‘my Master’? Why this colonial language, Lulu?” I asked.

“Never mind my language, Master” Lulu said, “What will you say to the language used by Hillary Clinton? Mine is better than Hillary’s.”

“Where did you read it? Wikileaks, I guess. I wonder what will happen if Wikileaks tells what goes on in Delhi.”

“Nothing much will happen. What happened to Kalmadi?”

“Well, there was a CBI raid on his house.”

“Did they find anything?” Lulu asked.

“Nothing much I suppose. If they did, press will say that it was worthless material planted there so that CBI could show some result.”

“And they raided Niira’s farm house too.”

“You are telling me? I was there! Wow, beautiful farm house.” Lulu said.

“Oh Really? That’s interesting. Would like to know.....Oh, what are you singing?”

“My song! I have turned lyricist!!”

“There are dime a dozen in the Bollywood. They don’t need more lyricists. Which Music Director will pick up your lyrics for making a song?”

“Don’t worry, that issue is settled. They are making a remix!”

“We were talking of raids on Niira by CBI. I am not interested in knowing about your lyrics. Stop it.” I said angrily.

“The lyric is about the raid on Niira’s farm house. It is all about what Niira told the CBI sleuths. It is her Jabani.”

“Did they ask for biometric and biographical information like Hillary’s diplomats? This is too much for me to digest. You must have had a drink too much on the new year eve.”

“Well, permit me to sing it for you. Then decide for yourself. Please don’t say no.”

“This is emotional atyachar. Okay. Sing.”

“This is set to the tune of ‘Sheila ki Jawani’”

“Ha, ha! That sounds funny..........”

Lulu sings.....

I know you want it

But you never gonna get it

Tere haath kabhi na aani

Maane na maane koi duniya

Yeh saari, mere “tape” ki hai deewani

Hey hey,

I know you want it but you never gonna get it

Tere haath kabhi na aani

Maane na maane koi duniya yeh saari

Mere “tape” ki hai deewani

Ab dil karta hai haule haule se

Main toh khud ko gale lagaun

Kisi aur ki mujhko zaroorat kya

Main toh khud se “raaj” jataun

what's my name

what's my name

what's my name

My name is Niira

Niiraa ki jabani

I'm just hottie for you

Main tere haath na aani

Na na na Niira

Niira ki jabani

I'm just hottie for you

Main tere haath na aani

Take it on

Take it on

Take it on

Take it on

Silly silly silly silly boys

O o o you're so silly

Mujhe bolo bolo karte hain

O o o

Haan jab unki taraf dekhun, baatein haule haule karte hain

Hai magar, beasar mujh par har paintra

Haye re aise tarse humko

Ho gaye sober se re

Sookhey dil pe megapan ke teri nazariya barse re

I know you want it but you never gonna get it

Tere haath kabhi na aani

Niira

Niiraa ki jabani

I'm just hottie for you

Main tere haath na aani

Na na na Niiraa

Niira ki jabani

I'm just hottie for you

Main tere haath na aani

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An article by Vivek who blogs at HResonance and Vivek Patwardhan's Blog