Chhalte Chhalte (not Chalte Chalte!!)
Take 1 kilo Saathiya. Smash it into a pulp so that all the realism, taste or class evaporates and you are just left with the skeleton of the story.
Then take 2 kilos Raja Hindustani......no need to smash it, it is already classless, unreal and tasteless......and then mix it with the smashed Saathiya.
Add a sprinkle of Raju Ban gaya Gentleman.
Add half a kilo ham.
Let the concoction cook for about a year or so.
In the end you get an insipid dish which is called 'Chhalte Chhalte'....that translates as "While torturing". Since you want people to come and watch it, drop an 'h' each and make it 'Chalte Chalte' which means "While walking".
Arrrrrrrrrghhhhh. There's 3 hours of my life I ain't getting back. :-(
Take 1 kilo Saathiya. Smash it into a pulp so that all the realism, taste or class evaporates and you are just left with the skeleton of the story.
Then take 2 kilos Raja Hindustani......no need to smash it, it is already classless, unreal and tasteless......and then mix it with the smashed Saathiya.
Add a sprinkle of Raju Ban gaya Gentleman.
Add half a kilo ham.
Let the concoction cook for about a year or so.
In the end you get an insipid dish which is called 'Chhalte Chhalte'....that translates as "While torturing". Since you want people to come and watch it, drop an 'h' each and make it 'Chalte Chalte' which means "While walking".
Arrrrrrrrrghhhhh. There's 3 hours of my life I ain't getting back. :-(
