Showing posts with label Humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Humor. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Fear knows no bounds! (Boooo Hoooooo!)

This is a true 'spirited' story!


Disclaimer: I flicked it off a forward, but its still a nice read!



This is a true story of a young college girl who passed away last month. Her name was Priya. She was hit by a lorry. She has a boy friend named Shankar. Both of them are true lovers. They always hang on the phone. You can never see her without her handphone. In fact she also changed her phone from Airtel to Hutch, so both of them can be on the same network, and save on the cost.

She spends half of the day talking with shankar. Priya's family knows about their relationship. Shankar is very close with Priya's family. (just imagine their love) . Before she passed away she always told her friends "If I pass away please burn me with my handphone" she also said the same thing to her parents.

After her death, people cant carry her coffin, I was there. A lot of them tried to do so but still cant , everybody including me, had tried to carry the coffin, the result is still the same. Eventually, they called their neighbour, a "bomoh" from Thailand (pak Darin), who is a friend of her father. He took a stick and started speaking to himself slowly.

After a few minutes, he said "this girl misses something here". then her friends told Darin about her intentions to burn her with her phone. He then opened the coffin and place her phone and SIM card inside the casket. after that they tried to carry the coffin. It could be moved and they carried it into the van easily. All of us were shocked. (can u feel the fear. I'm shaking at this moment)

Priya's parents did not inform Shankar that Priya had passed away. After 2 weeks Shankar called Priya's mom. Shankar :...."I'm coming home today. Cook something nice for me. Dont tell Priya that I'm coming home today, i wanna surprise her." Her mother replied....."You come home first, i wanna tell you something very important."

After he came, they told him the truth about Priya. Shankar thinks that they were fooling him. He was laughing and said "dont try to fool me - tell Priya to come out, i have a gift for her Please stop this nonsense". then they show him the original death certificate to him. They gave him proof to make him believe. (Shankar started to sweat) ..

He said... "Its not true. we spoke yesterday. She still calls me. Shankar was shaking.

Suddenly, Shankar's phone rang. "see this is from Priya, see this..." he showed the phone to priya's family. all of them told him to answer.he talked using the loudspeaker mode. all of them heard his conversation.

Loud and clear, no cross lines, no humming. It is the actual voice of Priya there is no way others could use her SIM card since it is nailed inside the coffin they were so shocked and asked for pak Darin's help again. pak Darin brought his master (tok Chen) to solve this matter. He Darin worked for 5 hours and found out.............





Wherever you go, our network follows!!!! (Heaven or Hell)



HUTCH has the best coverage :P


Thursday, January 05, 2006

Time Pass!

The problem with too much of anything is one tends to lose track of his goal. So, here I am trying to do something useless OR useful (?) can’t really say can I. As work is taking its toll on me (10 to 01 hrs), I am taking out myself to the world this way.

May be this philosophy flowing out this way because of the background too. I am presently hearing to ‘Hotel California’ (Eagles). So, please pardon me if you are reading my blog tooooo!

This is some cocktail test that I took. It was all randomly picked I guess, but its very good and perfect too. What say people?? ;-)

I actually wanted to put up the picture here, but the damn site is unable to upload despite several attempts by me (the poor-rich soul, I know I sound crazy!!! but cant help it)!

How to Make a Vinay

3 Parts of Competitiveness
1 Part of Humour
3 Parts Leadership

Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds and add a bit of lustfullness if desired!!!!


How to make a vinay
Ingredients:
3 parts competetiveness
1 part humour
3 parts leadership
Method:
Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Add a little lustfulness if desired!

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Does one need a license in India to drive???

Here it goes...it was one of those days when my friend unknowingly asked me if I possesed a license. Now, he was not going to fine me and I found out an opening to give a boost to my super latent EGO. So, I gave him a big smiling "NO" whilst explaining him my past driving record (didn't get caught for almost 9 years of driving without a license). The reasons for this could be many. Firstly, I am very lazy to shave (no other meanings here). Secondly, I have an innocent and decent but deceptive appearance.

Getting back to the topic, so the friend of mine started praying (which he never does normally) that I get caught. Now, destiny has its own way and Mr. me didn't get caught even after my 140 kms ride to and fro (to nandi hills) apart from my biking stunts within the city (exaggeration, I know, but looks good!).


Climax - This friend whom I would prefer calling Mr C, goes out to buy protection for his inners (imagine that for a bike ride). Destiny calls its shot at this opportune moment when a traffic police catches them. Here is the scene that takes place from there on.

Traffic Police: Do you have a license?
Mr C: Yes, I do (shows him the same), uses a bit of kannada to impress the policewala

Traffic Police: Cracks a funda and asks for the co-rider's license too. His funda - the co-rider could also be driving
Mr C's co-rider: I have the license too

Traffic Police: Show me the Pollution Cert.
Mr C: Enacts to make believe that he is innocent and forgot the Cert back hom

Traffic Police: 1000 Watt bulb glows in his face while his mind is quickly calculating the amt he could extract from these rabbits
In his mind...no pollution cert and lots of shopping done. (Unfortunately the shop wala gave them a big cover for a small purchase :) ) So, these people must be IT guys. Earning how much?? Forget it... can they pay me 50....nah thats too small an amount. How about 100....I need to buy my kid that new toy on the block and hence fixes the price.

Traffic Police: Pay me 100 bucks or go to the court
(Now, court is a taboo in the present scenario and so Mr C starts calculating the opportunity cost of giving him 100 bucks and getting out)
Mr C: Will 50 do? (Seeing the Traffic Police's face decides against bargaining and with a sad face gets out a 100 rupee note and vanishes from the point)

Moral: No matter what you do, you just can't escape destiny. If not for a pollution cert there would have been some other route for these people.

In this context I don't see the need for getting a license for myself. Do you????