////Another from the School of Rhyme.
You know the rules, right?////

Hey, how is it a new day?
Till today I had the same name.
I played the same game.
My intentions were uniform.
But today, I felt the need
To flip the day,
Change my creed.
I walked into a bar
And no beer
I ordered vodka.
You see, I had in tow with me
A Russian celebrity.
I went to the Circus
And no I didn’t applaud
When Mr Whiskers
Jumped through the hoop, a fireball.
I took a hop, a skip, a jump myself
And entered the centre-of-attention ring.
Shoving the oversize kitty away
I did my own ballsy thing.
I went through the hoop.
I went through the flames.
I perched on a stool
And sulked and roared to the ringmaster’s cane.
And then, just for effect
I blew a bubblegum and jumped into it.
Now can you do that
You big furry black and yellow?
Leave business to the real fellow.
Off I went again.
Call me Fiza.
In one place I cannot stay.
Main hawa hoon, kahin bhi rukti nahin.
Ruk bhi jaaon agar toh main rehti nahin.
I went to an advertising agency
To see what they were trying to sell to me.
A postpay connection?
A bottle of Mr.Muscle?
A mosquito repellent spray
Valentine’s Day Special Prepay?
They brainstormed and argued and chewed their pencils,
Sat with feet up, on swivel chairs in ill-disguised dismay.
I thought I’d lend a hand or brain
And help them push their idea train.
A concept, a deep thought, a direction need you?
Maybe an additional promo idea
Or a 360 proactive what-have-you.
Why not try and base it on smart urban home-makers,
Calling them expert housewives and astute career-makers.
The ages old idea won the day.
It would fuel 30 new TVCs and radio scripts again.
A washing machine, a microwave, a refrigerator
Would be sold.
The same stuff but new enthu.
Having done my thing, said my say
Having established that everyday is a new day
I returned to my not-so-humble abode
And fixed my chai.