Metro Maniacs - War of Dj'z

hey readers....this is a series i m starting (hopefully it wil last longer than the word "series" atleast)

We begin by two of the most infamous characters we find in the Delhi transport system...be it DTC or Metro.

Haryana ka Jaat & Bihar ka Bhaiya

A chilly winter night...cool breeeze blowing thru ur clothes occasionally making u nt shiver bt jst tingle for a fraction of second. u enter the underground metro station...its warm in here... waiting for the metro u hav chkd out al the gals around if dre any at this hour...scanned all d ads put up on the billboards...and keeping a constant eye on the clock staring at ur face showing the remaining time for the next metro...n den u feel the breeze that precedes the incoming metro..n u anticipate ki yeh 4 wali metro hai ya 6 wali....bt u have no choice n u enter...

most of the compartments are khaali...so u pick d one at d end and sit comfortably.

HOLD..... before i badho aage....lemme introduce d characters....as in some of their traits....

Jaat n Bhaiya....both have usually a volume decible level higher than any other u mite have an encounter with. wen dey speak dey make it sure ki apart from the person they are talkin to...every other living n non-living being in their vicinity can hear them...

Both Jaat n Bhaiya have their national outfit....commonly a shirt and a trouser....bt as the fashion trends are changing so are they...Jaats at a much faster rate than Bhaiyas... u wil stil find most Bhaiyas in a Bel-bottoms wali pant and a full sleeves wali shirt with cuff buttons band and the shirt never tucked in.

In both their cases....u can take out a Jaat from Haryana and a Bhaiya from Bihar BUT...never...never Harayana from a Jaat and Bihar from a Bhaiya....the moment they use their tongues u get to knw. full stop.

Now u have got a fair idea of the characters...so lets place them in the whole scene and lets see how the story unfurls. 

So, u are seated in metro...n as the metro strts to leave the station...u luk around and u notice ki on ur left is a Jaat n on ur right is a Bhaiya... nothing imp to give a even a second thot. the train moves...and suddenly u hear a song "Ik pal ka jeena" from the muvie "Kaho na pyaar hai" and the Jaat is the one playin it on his fone. ok u have nothing else to do so ur attention is diverted to the song....a moment later u hear the song "Faltu" from the muvie "Faltu" from ur right...n u cn see its d Bhaiya on his Chinese fone wid sort of double amplifier... now ur attention is divided.... and u get bits of both d songs...

Ik pal ka jeena fir to hai jaana tension wension chod de bacha hoja fully faltu...

khaali haath aaye the hum aayi bala ko taal tu...

suddenly enuf of al dis....songs change almost sath-sath....wich my imaginative mind now makes it a War of Desi Dj'z...next piece of muzic to b mixd...

Daler Mehndi ka famous song "Haayo rabba" vs "Jab we met" ka "Nagada".

then out of the blu...the Jaat asks me..."konsa station aya hai bhaisahab" and apart frm his words i also get a gud amount of gaseous form of alcohol from his mouth n i get to knw d reason behind his Dj-ing talents... ;p i answer him n in few minutes he gets up n goes....leaving our Bhaiya the clear winner....which doesn't calms him down...instead next u listen to is some 90's ka gaana wen many songs sounded similar with music by either Nadeem-Shravan or Jatin-Lalit, singers mein to Udit Narayan or Kumar Sanu and Alka Yagnik or Kavita Krishamurthy...(i forgot the exact name of songs now, saaare same se hi lagte the). then another one and then aonther....

i even statrtd foot tapping to those songs...and i realised i ws the only one doing so, observing, njoying al this....everyone else in the metro cud not care less...i lukd at the winnner of the Dj war...the Bhaiya..n he ws buzy starting at his fone...maybe all these were video songs...maybe he ws bizy reading dirty msgs...;p or maybe he was watchin porn...n music was jst a cover up coz his free hand was so strategically placed....;p ;p kidding...dey were video songs....i saw it later....

the show was bout to end as i got up to get down at my station...and left the winner to himself....he moving towards his ecstasy and i moving towards escalators.

p.s. - iss kahani ke saare paatr kaalpanik nahi the....puri tarah se waastavik the....parantu...yeh saari meri kaalpnikta ka nateeja bhi ho sakti hai....kisi bhi vyakti ko nirasha ya dukh dene ki meri koi neeyat nahi thi....aur agar maine aisa kuch naa chahte hue bhi kiya hai to main kshama chahta hun. parantu aise aur teer chalaye jayenge ko kripya apni kursi ki peti baadh kar hi baithein.      dhanyawaad