Jab KJo met Imtiaz

(Last year, at Imtiaz Ali's place)

Karan Johar: Hey Imtiaz!

Ali: Hello Karan.

KJo: my new movie got released. Did you watch?

Ali: No Karan I'm allergic to bullshit.

KJo: Come on it's not that bad. Ranbir is the hero.

Ali: Why do you spoil him yaar? I got him up and running with Rockstar and Tamasha.

KJo: Don't be so judgmental. Watch and see..

*Ali watches the movie*

KJo: How was it?

Ali: Basically it's a stupid movie where Anushka plays a girl, whose wedding is due in weeks, roaming carefree around Europe and falling in love with a charming man she met. Why did you go for Ranbir? Your buddy SRK would've nailed this role.

KJo: Khan Sahib is good, but hasn't he aged enough to stop playing such roles? But it hurts me to shoot a movie without him. That's why I added the pointless cameo. How was that?

Ali: Sorry yaar the screenplay was so boring that I dozed off a bit and missed the whole Khan scene. But do you seriously think SRK is too old to play the lover role?

KJo: I don't know yaar.

Ali: Interesting.

KJo: What are you thinking?

Ali: Nothing. Achcha chalta hoon! Got to direct a movie.

(One yaar later)

KJo: Hey Ali! Heard that your new movie is out, and that too with Khan Sahib.

Ali: Yes. Since you took my boy Ranbir, I thought why not cast your buddy Khan.

KJo: What's the plot like?

Ali: This is a never before told story where Anushka plays a girl, whose wedding is due in weeks, roaming carefree around Europe and falling in love with a charming man she met.

KJo: Hmm. Are you sure it is never told before?

Ali: Of course!

KJo: Interesting.

Ali: What? The movie?

KJo: Nope.

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