naseeb apna apna - a beautiful story about finding love on chowk...

Once upon a time there were three very eligible and horny heterosexual men on chowk - atif, shobig and aasif.

Life was good and there were no worries. They would wake up each morning and play their baNsri on different corners of chowk to attract chowknis passing by. In addition to playing baNsri, they each had developed other unique skills too to stand out amongst the crowd. For instance, aasif thought that girls were attracted to men who lit candles. Shobig thought poetry would do the trick. as for atif, well, he resorted to openly bragging about the size of his shoes.

Their stories followed the same familiar pattern of ups and downs, hopes and disappointments. But the ending of each of their stories couldnt be any more different. Atif ended up living happily ever after with sadna, discussing two nation theory and pre-partition issues in moonlit nights. Shobig found himself safely tucked in the large and cushy arms of shoresahib, bottling pickles in mustard oil. As for aasif, well, he is still playing his baNsri, alone, in a dimly lit corner of chowk.

The End.