Dug Dug (डुग डुग)

Adios!

This life's unrest,

Burns every inch of my skin,

Don't you go looking for a cure,

For this malady is the aid to my sins.

In the ashes of these cosmos,

I have been seeking the elixir,

But the light only knows,

Where the darkness is hiding.

Just stop searching, Don't go wasting your time,

Just stop searching,

Don't go wasting your time,

Only those reach their destination,

Who have lost themselves in the lines.

Who have lost themselves in the lines.

Time is pacing Or is it you who's drifting?

Time is pacing Or is it you who's drifting?

Everyone's drowning somewhere,

Then, why are you still in your senses!

Is this reality or is it all but a dream,

Is it the inferno or just an oasis!

Why are you searching far and wide?

The answer to the question is the question only.

The answer to the question is the question only.

The answer to the question is the question only.

Hey asshole! You wanna die or what?

Fuck you!

Hey!

Fuck!

-Move! Move! Get back! Get back! -Ready! Ready!

Get back idiot!

It's a bloodbath, not your sister's wedding.

God only knows what games he plays!

Everything is his will.

Everything...

What the hell Manfool sir!

Can't you feel the room?

The weather is so pleasant.

Look up, the stars are out.

Just shut the fuck up and drink.

Fuck you!

You drink and die! Bitch!

Made my life miserable by being friends with fools.

I am off to sleep.

Praise to Lord Rama.

Good night!

Damn! That old fart has gone nuts after getting drunk.

Fucker messed with my head.

And why are you sitting with such a long face dumbass?

What happened?

You know

I have been married for 4 years, right!

Yeah, so?

Now, the whole family has started saying

that it is time to give them a grandson. Hurry up!

How can I give them a grandson instantly?

Does he grow on a tree?

I have tried everything.

Every goddamn month, I take my wife to the city hospital.

Hospitals are shit expensive.

And my father, he brought me in this world in just 10 bucks.

-It is beyond me. -My God, enough!

Shut up!

Just shut up! Quiet!

I swear I am never going to drink with you guys again.

You guys have fucked this night real hard.

What?

Hmm!

Fucking morons!

Find it!

Praise to Lord Rama.

Adios!

Yeah! Yeah!

Manfool sir! Just cannot understand this!

We emptied out the petrol,

locked it even.

This motorbike is here again.

Manfool sir!

Where are you lost? What are you thinking?

Pyare?

What do you think?

-What the hell? Move back! -Shoo! Shoo!

Come in, sir!

Commissioner sir is coming to the station today. Be prepared.

Smile, please!

Ready!

Ok! I'll take your leave now. Have a meeting to attend.

-Ok sir! -Let's bounce.

-Good day! -To you too!

C'mon guys, pick it up.

Every morning, I go there only to relax and graze my goats.

Yesterday, my knees were hurting.

So, I slept there under a bush.

Thakur came in my dream

and screamed

"My soul is standing at the gates of heaven,

but the doors are locked."

Thakur is scared

of being thrown into hell.

That's why

I am requesting you lovely people

that we should say prayers and make a memorial on that spot.

Or else his soul will keep wandering restlessly for eternity.

This old fart is absolutely right.

One crook was telling me the other day

that he witnessed the motorbike running without a rider.

What are you saying you idiot?

For God's sake, use your tiny brain before speaking.

Stop having weed and opium for breakfast.

You think we are all dumb fucks like you!

Yes, my lord!

The policeman is absolutely right!

I go to the same spot to take a dump

where this old fart goes to graze his goats.

Yesterday, I was taking a dump on the hilltop.

Oh yeah?

I heard a motorbike coming from a distance

and I saw the motorbike running without a rider

and stop at the same spot.

Okay then! Start with the rituals.

Now, we will pray for Thakur's soul.

May his soul rest in peace.

Oh lord, please bless his soul and may he rest in peace.

Move! Move!

Why don't you come to my office tomorrow? We will chat then.

Priest! What the hell is going on?

We have done all the rituals and everything else.

Even then, the motorbike is here again.

What is this groovy mystery?