Story of a Vada-Pav

I ride a bicycle in morning, have a rest in a day. At night you will see me near to bollywood heros and sleeps in a big house called VT.
I stay in Rajwada, the palace, a big varhanda or a vast Auditorium one may say. It is early morning but instead of sun people bark at this plot form to make me to wake up.
Coming out of my CHADER I go to nereby wadapav shop to get him Pav for a day sale.
Sleeping in a guarden till moon makes his entry. Then the lights on and the lighting danced like any thing but it is me a play of an opera.
At the night I walks towards the bollywood clubs. They dance and I would make a copy of it. Gets a night local train. Get down at VT station. Go to the Vadapav vala shop to get my Chadder to sleep.
In the morning they alight from the train at the VT plotform. They struggle hard to make a name in bollywood. Some of them get a name for themselves, some one earns ample money, some one in terror activities, a name for them.
But it is me, senior one hard worker. In the morning, I get up and ride a cycle in a day around, practicing at the nightclubs as beginner. With a hope that one day I will be a hero.
Is there a pause in my life. Daily sir, out of my bed, I bring Pav to the pav wala. It is my work. Then let me tell the fortunate day of mine, as hero, in bollywood…