THIS IS THE ENGLISH TRANSCRIPT OF A LIVE RADIO CALL-IN, NOT A REGULAR SPOT! THIS WAS DONE IN COLLABORATION WITH THE FM CHANNEL AND IS A RECORDING FROM THE LIVE PROGRAM.
RJ: And our next caller is Rafique Ahmad ‘The Smitten’, a famous poet from the streets of Lucknow. So, Rafique, tell us your story.
Caller: Ummm (husky voice)…. First of all I’d like to thank thee for talking to a nobody like me A great courtesy my brother You are kind like no other.
So…this is a story about the famous poets summit at the Fountain Junction in Nababganj.
Oh for long I have nursed my poetic fever, but never have I got of appreciation a sliver!
So this summit was a great opportunity to prove myself, and win the Rs. 1000 prize money. I set out on a horse-carriage for Fountain Junction... After a while, the horseman dropped me off at a deserted corner and said, ‘Sir, this is Fountain Junction!’
Where is the summit I say, This is not fair play. Show me the fountain else I won’t pay!
He pointed towards a broken tap in the middle of the street from which water was jumping out and said, ‘That is the famous fountain you’re looking for!’
Enraged by his impertinence, I dismissed him by paying Rs.5, because all I had with me was Rs.10. I reached another crossroad but found not a soul there. Someone said- ‘Friend, in Nababganj there is a fountain every 50metres, which fountain do you want to go to? Confused, I moved on. After checking out fifty other places I finally reached the real Fountain Junction, completely in a haze. Thirsty and with a parched throat.
I had just Rs.5 in my pocket. That’s when a very interesting advertisement caught my eye. It read 200 ml Nimbooz glass bottle now priced at just Rs.5 for a month. I made good use of my last 5 rupees. After drinking Nimbooz, I felt recharged, like a new person! And that helped me become the star at the Poet’s Summit! Needless to add, I won the Rs.1000 prize money.
RJ: Are you serious? How?
Caller: Well, my poem was quite something, you want to hear it?
RJ: Why not? Go right ahead.
Caller:
Even in my penury I live like a king, Because spending just 5 never does sting. Nimbooz at 5 is an incredible thing, Tra la la ding ding.
RJ: Wow that’s great, but Sir isn’t the ‘Ding ding’ a bit forced?
Caller: So what….I think it rhymes rather well!
(Disconnected tone)
RJ: (laughs)
Script In Orginal Langauge
THIS IS THE TRANSCRIPT OF A LIVE RADIO CALL-IN, NOT A REGULAR SPOT! THIS WAS DONE IN COLLABORATION WITH THE FM CHANNEL AND IS A RECORDING FROM THE LIVE PROGRAM:
RJ: And our next caller is Rafique Ahmad ‘The Smitten’, a famous poet from the streets of Lucknow. So, Rafique, tell us your story.
Caller: Ummm (husky voice)…. First of all I’d like to thank thee for talking to a nobody like me A great courtesy my brother You are kind like no other.
So…this is a story about the famous poets summit at the Fountain Junction in Nababganj.
Oh for long I have nursed my poetic fever, but never have I got of appreciation a sliver!
So this summit was a great opportunity to prove myself, and win the Rs. 1000 prize money. I set out on a horse-carriage for Fountain Junction... After a while, the horseman dropped me off at a deserted corner and said, ‘Sir, this is Fountain Junction!’
Where is the summit I say, This is not fair play. Show me the fountain else I won’t pay!
He pointed towards a broken tap in the middle of the street from which water was jumping out and said, ‘That is the famous fountain you’re looking for!’
Enraged by his impertinence, I dismissed him by paying Rs.5, because all I had with me was Rs.10. I reached another crossroad but found not a soul there. Someone said- ‘Friend, in Nababganj there is a fountain every 50metres, which fountain do you want to go to? Confused, I moved on. After checking out fifty other places I finally reached the real Fountain Junction, completely in a haze. Thirsty and with a parched throat.
I had just Rs.5 in my pocket. That’s when a very interesting advertisement caught my eye. It read 200 ml Nimbooz glass bottle now priced at just Rs.5 for a month. I made good use of my last 5 rupees. After drinking Nimbooz, I felt recharged, like a new person! And that helped me become the star at the Poet’s Summit! Needless to add, I won the Rs.1000 prize money.
RJ: Are you serious? How?
Caller: Well, my poem was quite something, you want to hear it?
RJ: Why not? Go right ahead.
Caller:
Even in my penury I live like a king, Because spending just 5 never does sting. Nimbooz at 5 is an incredible thing, Tra la la ding ding.
RJ: Wow that’s great, but Sir isn’t the ‘Ding ding’ a bit forced?