An Ode to the Badmaksh Gods

It all started one day in Cal,
'Twas me, Arka and Kunal,
Driving down the street they called University,
Oblivious to the joys of cinema not so pretty

Who knew that shortly we would swoon,
On learning the philosophy of Bhuria and Varun!
Alas that I can never explain to my wife,
Dheer's time travel in Khanjar the Knife.

In Prem Agan, Raj Babbar kissed the body of his son Fardeen,
And a creepy Feroz Khan rapped away to glory - Oh what a scene!
Still, nothing compares to the moment we became aware,
That Dharam paaji was stone drunk when he shot Bhooka Sher.

Of course, life turned brighter and a lot more fun,
When Sheru kicked the hero's ass in Badmaash No. 1,
Banke Bihari and Sikandar tried to get into every village belle's frock,
But Thaarty Days had much more, even a woolly mammoth's hand's stuckcock!

On the way there were loads of laughter, bonds of friendship, all that raazmataaz,
Others call us crazy, of course they will - they haven't seen Jaalsaaz!
I often wonder why it was us who were chosen to see the light,
Then I remember Bombay Girls, Jaani Dushman, and just say a grateful prayer every night