Balle BalleDecember 23, 2008
Parampreet Singh, or Pappu as the rest of the world knew him, was like any other man. He craved for the same things everyone did – money, pl...
Parampreet Singh, or Pappu as the rest of the world knew him, was like any other man. He craved for the same things everyone did – money, playboy bunnies and red Lamborginis. But the one thing Pappu craved for more than anything was to find his true love. In his quest to find the kudi of his dreams, Pappu traveled far and wide and his mission finally took him to Bangkok, Thailand.
Tucked in a tiny corner of the Big city of Bangkok was Madam Ko’s massage parlour. Pappu had initially gone there to compare Madam Ko’s back massage to Monty ‘Bailwan-ji’ Singh’s back home. But instead he saw the girl of his dreams.
Yes, Lauw feelings ho gaya.
She was no more than 5.2” with jet black hair and jasmine white skin. The Golden Temple in Pappu’s head had immediately lit up. “Masseuse-ji masseuse-ji, I am in love-ji. With you-ji! Please-ji, come back with me to Punjab-ji.”
How could masseuse-ji not accept such a romantic proposal? Pappu whisked her away to Punjab where the marriage took place amidst much pomp and show. Pappu’s relatives however, where a little disappointed over his firangi-ji bride.
“Arre! What is this Bunty-ji! Marrying off your son-ji to a firangi-ji!” exclaimed one particular aunt to his father.
“Haan-ji, that too to a massage lady-ji!” added another.
Bunty-ji simply looked at her, and then the sky. “Kya karoon, Mona-ji. Rub ne bana de jodi”