Lovely morning in Dubai. 7.30 am. Weather is showing some respite. The morning sun isn’t yet blazing. Or maybe it is but I’m in the air conditioned confines of my tinted car. I switch on the radio expecting to listen to some nice music:
Rondechak won Rondechak
Rondechakaaa wanalo gete
Rondechak won Rondechak
Rondechakaaa wanalo gete
Is this what I get? Is this what I deserve? I mean, who writes these lyrics? And who actually sings them? And then they go on…
And we Twist,
We twist
We twist
We twist
And we twist…
Keep twisting buddy, I’m outta here. Actually, you should be twisted out of your brains… and the only other person twisting would be Majrooh Sultanpuri in his grave.
I quickly change the station before I burst an artery or something…
Chika chikaaa chikaa
That’s my chika girl
In the bady that we go in the ben girl
That’s my chika girl
No respite here as well. What is Chika? And what is a Chika girl? And someone please tell me what is that third line that the rapper sings? And that’s not all, somewhere ahead in the song…
Bring it on, Bring it on, Bring it on Jaana…
What is that supposed to mean? Is he inviting her for a Boxing match? Wasn’t this a song meant to patao his girl? Is she a wrestler?
And surprisingly these lyrics have been written by Javed Akhtar.
I guess, I should listen to radio only on Thursday nights after having a few beers. For the mornings, I’d rather stick to the business breakfast.
Located in Dubai but Heart in India 