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I am Dhananjay Pashankar, I have met you. You must have read about my arranged marriage with Mini Sakholkar. It has no relevance here. But when we are at the end of the movie queue, even this recognition is enough, isn't it? What happened that day, I woke up in the morning. Say it happens every day. But one day, when we wake up, a thought, a line of poetry is just making a mess in our head. That day I woke up with only one line in my head 'Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!' This line from Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island! When I was in school, I used to recite the entire poem, but now why should I remember only this line? The party took place on Saturday itself, not even four days after it. Complete ribi-sorry Hari Nah Daviwav! Chiyala has not landed yet? Another full day was spent sleeping. You know my friends. 

Ashok and Gharu were there. Bandya Leka eats only bread and mutton broth. Even the smell made him sick. This party was given for my marriage. Dnyaneshwar Kulkarni was present at that party. The man felt better. The party was fun. Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum! I drank tea trying to remember all the poems, at least one bitter one. There was still time for marriage. Mini was sent to Mumbai by her father. After drinking tea and relaxing, I put on my clothes and started walking towards Vaishali. The steps were really heavy, the mini and Saturday party that came in the dream. I checked the pockets, the wallet was left on top. Even the stick box was forgotten. After Saturday, the question of money was gone. The reason was not that the balance was exhausted. It was necessary to wait for the salary. There is plenty of time on a date like this. Days do not pass. There was some spare money left in the pocket. Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum! Many holidays like Eid, Holi, Good Friday, Sunday etc. were added to the office. Second Saturday also had an alliance with him, so there was no need to face the office from today till Sunday. Chain! Wait, where's the chain? It is said that luxury needs a strong financial foundation. I ordered tea and cigarettes. The drums of Yo Ho Ho and A Bottle of Rum were playing in my head. At that time, someone shouted, "What author?" Since that one thing was printed, this terrible yellow started. Which he used to bombard loudly. "What writer?" We got a wife on that thing, so what? "Do it! Even that Dhananjay Pashankara got married, or else you!" our special correspondent informs that many unmarried youths were heard by the old people of the village. I looked back. In reality Dnyaneshwar Kulkarni Sadeh had incarnated. "Well, we met, did the author get angry?" I had to say no because That Jnandeva had taken out the wallet of Wills from his pocket and threw it on the table. The next sentence made my heart stop, "What, will you take a dosa?" I was born in Pune, brought up in Pune. How can I believe in this Kali Yuga that anyone would feed dosa to anyone for no reason? I didn't keep it, but things happened in front of me in such a way that I was forced to believe even if I said no. He even asked for a dosa. Aren't we sitting in the wheel of the fair for a moment? I felt that. 

The waiter named Jaggu entered with water and I finished the glass in one gulp. I was convinced that this Dnyaneshwar Kulkarni Lake would really be a Veda from Redya. But what he takes from me inside is important. We have a principle. Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum!' Aila has drunk this bottle of rum since morning, his only line is confused in his head. I don't know what happened. My principle, the truth is not mine. T. B. There was a gentleman named Ambile in Maharashtra gone He first uttered these words publicly in the seventeenth century. I will give you something... and so on. (I will give you breast loincloth (whose?) Christmas stick, give you head!) I wrote and so on and then I realized that a skeptic in Pune would claim that I did not know the whole sentence. (So this parenthesis is good!) If someone comes to ask for help in the spirit of friendship, we do not say no. Don't do it because financial help is not even possible. I am Dhananjay Pashankar, I have met you. You must have read about my arranged marriage with Mini Sakholkar. It has no relevance here. But when we are at the end of the movie queue, even this recognition is enough, isn't it? What happened that day, I woke up in the morning. Say it happens every day. But one day, when we wake up, a thought, a line of poetry is just making a mess in our head. That day I woke up with only one line in my head 'Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!' This line from Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island! When I was in school, I used to recite the entire poem, but now why should I remember only this line? The party took place on Saturday itself, not even four days after it. Complete ribi-sorry Hari Nah Daviwav! Chiyala has not landed yet? Another full day was spent sleeping. You know my friends. 

Ashok and Gharu were there. Bandya Leka eats only bread and mutton broth. Even the smell made him sick. This party was given for my marriage. Dnyaneshwar Kulkarni was present at that party. The man felt better. The party was fun. Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum! I drank tea trying to remember all the poems, at least one bitter one. There was still time for marriage. Mini was sent to Mumbai by her father. After drinking tea and relaxing, I put on my clothes and started walking towards Vaishali. The steps were really heavy, the mini and Saturday party that came in the dream. I checked the pockets, the wallet was left on top. Even the stick box was forgotten. After Saturday, the question of money was gone. The reason was not that the balance was exhausted. It was necessary to wait for the salary. There is plenty of time on a date like this. Days do not pass. There was some spare money left in the pocket. Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum! Many holidays like Eid, Holi, Good Friday, Sunday etc. were added to the office. Second Saturday also had an alliance with him, so there was no need to face the office from today till Sunday. Chain! Wait, where's the chain? It is said that luxury needs a strong financial foundation. I ordered tea and cigarettes. The drums of Yo Ho Ho and A Bottle of Rum were playing in my head. At that time, someone shouted, "What author?" Since that one thing was printed, this terrible yellow started. Which he used to bombard loudly. "What writer?" We got a wife on that thing, so what? "Do it! Even that Dhananjay Pashankara got married, or else you!" our special correspondent informs that many unmarried youths were heard by the old people of the village. I looked back. In reality Dnyaneshwar Kulkarni Sadeh had incarnated. "Well, we met, did the author get angry?" I had to say no because That Jnandeva had taken out the wallet of Wills from his pocket and threw it on the table. The next sentence made my heart stop, "What, will you take a dosa?" I was born in Pune, brought up in Pune. How can I believe in this Kali Yuga that anyone would feed dosa to anyone for no reason? I didn't keep it, but things happened in front of me in such a way that I was forced to believe even if I said no. He even asked for a dosa. Aren't we sitting in the wheel of the fair for a moment? I felt that. 

The waiter named Jaggu entered with water and I finished the glass in one gulp. I was convinced that this Dnyaneshwar Kulkarni Lake would really be a Veda from Redya. But what he takes from me inside is important. We have a principle. Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum!' Aila has drunk this bottle of rum since morning, his only line is confused in his head. I don't know what happened. My principle, the truth is not mine. T. B. There was a gentleman named Ambile in Maharashtra gone He first uttered these words publicly in the seventeenth century. I will give you something... and so on. (I will give you breast loincloth (whose?) Christmas stick, give you head!) I wrote and so on and then I realized that a skeptic in Pune would claim that I did not know the whole sentence. (So this parenthesis is good!) If someone comes to ask for help in the spirit of friendship, we do not say no. Don't do it because financial help is not even possible. I am Dhananjay Pashankar, I have met you. You must have read about my arranged marriage with Mini Sakholkar. It has no relevance here. But when we are at the end of the movie queue, even this recognition is enough, isn't it? What happened that day, I woke up in the morning. Say it happens every day. But one day, when we wake up, a thought, a line of poetry is just making a mess in our head. That day I woke up with only one line in my head 'Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!' This line from Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island! When I was in school, I used to recite the entire poem, but now why should I remember only this line? The party took place on Saturday itself, not even four days after it. Complete ribi-sorry Hari Nah Daviwav! Chiyala has not landed yet? Another full day was spent sleeping. You know my friends. 

Ashok and Gharu were there. Bandya Leka eats only bread and mutton broth. Even the smell made him sick. This party was given for my marriage. Dnyaneshwar Kulkarni was present at that party. The man felt better. The party was fun. Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum! I drank tea trying to remember all the poems, at least one bitter one. There was still time for marriage. Mini was sent to Mumbai by her father. After drinking tea and relaxing, I put on my clothes and started walking towards Vaishali. The steps were really heavy, the mini and Saturday party that came in the dream. I checked the pockets, the wallet was left on top. Even the stick box was forgotten. After Saturday, the question of money was gone. The reason was not that the balance was exhausted. It was necessary to wait for the salary. There is plenty of time on a date like this. Days do not pass. There was some spare money left in the pocket. Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum! Many holidays like Eid, Holi, Good Friday, Sunday etc. were added to the office. Second Saturday also had an alliance with him, so there was no need to face the office from today till Sunday. Chain! Wait, where's the chain? It is said that luxury needs a strong financial foundation. I ordered tea and cigarettes. The drums of Yo Ho Ho and A Bottle of Rum were playing in my head. At that time, someone shouted, "What author?" Since that one thing was printed, this terrible yellow started. Which he used to bombard loudly. "What writer?" We got a wife on that thing, so what? "Do it! Even that Dhananjay Pashankara got married, or else you!" our special correspondent informs that many unmarried youths were heard by the old people of the village. I looked back. In reality Dnyaneshwar Kulkarni Sadeh had incarnated. "Well, we met, did the author get angry?" I had to say no because That Jnandeva had taken out the wallet of Wills from his pocket and threw it on the table. The next sentence made my heart stop, "What, will you take a dosa?" I was born in Pune, brought up in Pune. How can I believe in this Kali Yuga that anyone would feed dosa to anyone for no reason? I didn't keep it, but things happened in front of me in such a way that I was forced to believe even if I said no. He even asked for a dosa. Aren't we sitting in the wheel of the fair for a moment? I felt that. 

The waiter named Jaggu entered with water and I finished the glass in one gulp. I was convinced that this Dnyaneshwar Kulkarni Lake would really be a Veda from Redya. But what he takes from me inside is important. We have a principle. Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum!' Aila has drunk this bottle of rum since morning, his only line is confused in his head. I don't know what happened. My principle, the truth is not mine. T. B. There was a gentleman named Ambile in Maharashtra gone He first uttered these words publicly in the seventeenth century. I will give you something... and so on. (I will give you breast loincloth (whose?) Christmas stick, give you head!) I wrote and so on and then I realized that a skeptic in Pune would claim that I did not know the whole sentence. (So this parenthesis is good!) If someone comes to ask for help in the spirit of friendship, we do not say no. Don't do it because financial help is not even possible.