Chholey and Dhokley (Cute flirty jerk story) — only for 18+
Let me introduce you to my “Miss chhole”
Introducing me, I am her “Mr. dhokle”…
& here’s our unfinished crazy, stupid, flirty story
…but a common one of today’s “chhora and chhori” ;)
I love to travel, she hates travelling,
She loves films and I find them too boring;
I’m good at writing; she is short at spelling,
She loves reading books but they put me to snoring…
I love fast cars & she hates driving fast;
She loves harmony in colours, I love contrast;
I hate loud music, she loves to dance,
She hates soft songs, I hate the trance…
I love making desserts, she loves cooking food,
She is a sparkling girl; I am an average dude;
I am from Mumbai, she is from Delhi,
She loves chocolate, I love strawberry…
– (I am talking about an edible flavour)
– (food items that we can savour) :D :p
She finds me cute when I flirt,
Cuter when I whistle on her mini-skirt;
She blushes when I call her “jaanemann”
She replies back cutely “tera kaminapan” :p
She finds me cute again, she finds me nice,
Yet she dodges my umpteen kissing tries ;)
Ohk, she sometimes finds me very nice nice,
I reply same to her, from my pack of lies :p
She dreams about me two-timing her
& I would fantasize the same to tease her…
Well, then she also calls me a “complete jerk!!”
I reply, “you are one of the two pieces of my perk” :p
Shaved guys, (read) guys “without beard”
She calls them gay; man she’s weird!!
But hey, she’s impressed with my French beard,
She tells me, “physical test” cleared ;)
– (now don’t think too naughty above)
– (if you do, then share it with your partner now)
She finds all my poems pretty awesome
Ohh of course, just like this zany little one :D
But I hate it when she spells it “ossum”
Just as much as she hates my “whoasome”
I have liked each of her facebook pictures
Even those, where she is tagged but does not feature
Typical girl, complains of too many notifications
I unlike them & like them again to send more notifications
She finds me intelligent and very smart
‘Cause she never realises how I silently fart
& yeah sometimes she calls me brainy too
But that’s when she’s chatting from the loo
“Morning hun(ey)” she messages when I’m brushing
I reply the same only after I’m done flushing
Of course from my heart, she’s a super hottie,
For we are truest in thoughts on our potty :p !!
She keeps on talking & asks me “aur batao”
& keeps on talking again, then calls herself “pakau”
I say, “You’re not” just as a formality,
For u, my reader, how do I hide this common reality?
Her stories certainly seem to have no end
Yet I hear them, for I have my night’s time to spend
Ohh man, she’s a terrific bomb at bitching
& then she ends “yaar, I really suck at bitching” (???)
Ohh yeah, she just loves eating… yeah, its eating
& yet surprisingly her figure never takes a beating
I would certainly prefer only a casual meeting
Otherwise, during dates, my purse takes a beating
She rates it average yet makes “chai” too often
& justifies that she makes it better in assam
Anytime she could have milk and daliya
& worries “main toh moti ho gayi, haaye daiyya”
She is an adventurous girl and I’m a boring guy
For she has had “bhang” which I would never try
She tells how she felt, as if she had died
“Main faayda utha leta tera”, I said I would’ve tried
Mistakenly once she was drugged by a friend
& the excitement and adventure seem to have no end
How the episode had an exhilarating climax in trance
A divine (:P) moment titled “erotica by chance”
She drinks occasionally, 2 pegs down she’s a talli
Arrey peena toh shaan hain, she’s a dilli-wali
I’ve had drinks rarely, 8 pegs once in manali
“peeyakkad saale” she retorts even though I wasn’t talli
Unlike the sultry girls with oomph and cleavage
She looks hot even in salwar suits, yeah she can manage
& she likes me in my messy, ruffled looks and attire
But if I was decked up well, my ass would be on fire
She is quite spiritual, but suppa afraid of a spirit
“bhoot se toh main bhi darta hu”, afraid every bit (:P)
Hanuman chalisa is what comes out from her bag in dark
That’s why I could never take her to that couples park
She’s an emotional basket, full of crap
Sometimes as she talks, I would take a quick nap
& when I talk sense, buddy she really thinks I do,
So much that she even sacrifices going to the loo
I’m disaster in friendship, but she’s a darling
She’s kind-hearted but stupid, sweet and caring
“ladka nahi tu, ghar pe baitha hua chachundar”
Being a girl, she’s over-night at friends place rather
She cracks up on my stupid pakau jokes
Sharmaati hain, giggles on my silly pokes
Sunglasses pehnu to andha kehti hain
Nahi pehnu toh anda kehti hain
We can hold hands, talk long, chat, date and share all
Even when I’m not handsome, dark and tall
We can be fudgy, rocky, stupid, naughty and cocky
Even when my brand of inners is not jockey
We are not dheela character, or desperate
Even when she’s drunk & inviting in a talli state
We are not chaalu chowpatty with public display of affection
Even when we have the chemistry, but no wacky reaction
Be it mumbai’s jhagda or delhi’s panga
Be it mumbai’s kadak or delhi’s changa
Be it carter road or khan market
Be it gateway of India or India gate
Be it gol-gappe or paani puri
Be it vada pav or chole puri
Be it chandni chowk or lohar chawl
Be it solid item or mastani maal
Here’s a story of two different cities
A story untouched by regional and caste integrities
Started by a chance chat on an online platform
Bonded over the rise of their own emotional storm
Graduated into a bond of solitude and faith
The time & the moments were worth the wait
Ekk Mumbai ka munda aur ekk Delhi ki kudi ka sholay
You can call the eccentric duo as “chhole and dhokle”
It’s not just love, nor may it be destined for marriage
Yet a bond that strengthens at every stage
It not just friendship, but more sacred & pure
A soulful connect, something so rare to endure
Some relations cannot be conveyed by GOD
To convey music he asked Steve to make I-pod
That way, to convey Love and friendship together,
He asked our parents to make love rather
& born were two messiahs, beautiful and bold
Chhole and dhokle, a cute flirty jerk story, I just told!!
==> A fictional account of a Gujju guy from Mumbai in different type of relationship with a panju (punjabi) girl from Delhi… basically trying to connect two different cities and cultures in a story which is sweet and funny. My first attempt at such writing, also incorporating Hinglish in more ways… Hope you liked it as it is a limited readers edition :D … feedback/suggestions welcome. Thanks for the read !!
