baap ka hi hai!!

Upon entering the class I notice Syed Ali Imran Ali Shah (A.K.A deo/jin/bhooth) and Awais Asad (A.K.A daku) deeply engrossed in some sort of a bet. Quietly, I join the passive participants in the first row and courtesy, an attentive ear, ascertain what exactly is going on...

Baba Du: Awais Asad is going to lift Ali Imran for 10 seconds and if he can he'll get 100 Rs!!chattering: chakkar hi koi nahi!! thats 3 times his body weight!! 100 Rs!!... itnay paisoon keliye to main hall main nanga nach loon!!
Saroop: Bet lagao!! 3:1 odds...

noon: you think he can do it?
nadim: do what? spank the monkey? hug the dolphin? whack the weasel? walk the dog? salute the general? load the cannon? hain hain hain?
noon: why do i even bother? *rolls eyes* both laugh

After stretching awhile awais asad rolls back his sleeves and begins the 'uplifting' process. grunts of a questionable nature augment from the daku... but even before Ali Imran tilts along any axis... A loud 'RIPPPP' is heard by all... Ali Imran looks down to see his pants are torn.

class: oye! oye! oye! oye! oye! HAHAHA! oye! oye!
fueled by the 'oye oye' Ali Imran slaps Daku crisply across his face.
Awais: Baap ka hai to phir se maar!
Ali Imran is more than happy to oblige. A loud 'tapakh' resonates
Awais: Baap ka hai to phir se maar!
once again Bhooth man is up to the task.
*awkward pause*
A red Daku, with a hand imprint the size of jupiter on his left cheek is about to say something once more.
Awais: Baap ka hai...

Nadim: Oye bewakoof!! tujhay samajh nahi aa rahi... woh apnay baap ka hi hai!!
Class: oye! oye! oye! HAHAHA! oye! oye! oye!

bilal: oye oye oye… *pauses* noon... yaar nutmeg kya hota hai?!
horse: brother batata hai.