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| And I couldn't hold it no more.... |
| Thursday, November 6, 2008 |
One of the most grueling aspects of being into a relationship with a girl is escorting her through her shopping. Well, there are scores of other acid tests and hurdles that one needs to negotiate before he qualifies to be her majestic “Mr.Perfect”.
Pundits and scholars have iterated time and again; there is nothing “perfect”. We, human, take the best path out of the dark woods.
I, for instance catered to my girl’s demands of pretentiousness while she compensated my imperfectness with some generous spending.
She recently got a puppy (Male puppy) and she bought her pink clothing for winters, Poor guy couldn’t communicate its pain, but its eyes were as vocal as possible. Girls seldom understand subtle ways, you have to say it.
Say it time and again. “Good night”, ye, “I love you” – how does it matter to her if you are in middle of cafeteria eating out with group of suspicious men.
If you don’t, you are not committed, and shying of expressing it, effectively meaning – you are faking and have covert, maligned motives.
Once, I said out of in frustration
“Oh, Miss double standards, there are other way of expressing love as well, Allow me sometimes.”
“You…!!” taking the “u” to the end of the sentence and marking the end of the conversation.
Shopping malls have proved bane for men. For they eat (oh really?), watch any pathetic movie with extremely overpriced Popcorn and diluted coke and then go shopping.
It was just that fine day.
Last night, she had talked about her colleagues and a supposedly “funny” guy. I smelled a conspiracy behind this to measure my jealousy concentration.
In an infant relationship, more you measure in your jealousy concentration, closer you go towards that critical PH scale. This scale can be defined as “just enough concentration of jealousy to make her believe you feel and still not enough to transgress her line of private space.”
Like a true flag holder of male specie, I foiled her plan by “pretending” to hear patiently which of course was busted when she re-verified my attentiveness next day by asking the name of the guy.
I parked my vehicle and first stop was this eatery joint. She ordered quite a few and ate, well, nothing if I may follow calculus limits. And, I am sure if she becomes Miss World someday, she would vow to end starvation from Africa.
I had a serious thought of getting it packed and giving it to my roomie and en-debting him for some evening snacks. Though, decided against as I didn’t have faintest idea for how long would I have to carry that around.
I was relieved to be aware that tickets for the SRK’s top Box office grosser for week were unavailable. Like most pleasurable things in life, my relief was futile, she settled for Rush hour and I thought which movie could have been more torturous.
As we came out, ladieswear section was right in front.
“So, what are you looking for?” I asked.
“Mmm,, come na!”
I said “First , I am a s/w engineer, can’t work on vague requirements, need physical, tangible, quantifiable clear technical specifications.
Second, please note that “Mmms”, “naa’s”, “youuu’s”, “ok’s” are not acceptable form of replies.”
My statement was lost in her expectant bliss of prospective shopping.
“You look around while I will go and catch smoke. I always smoke after achieving milestones in my day to day mundane life.”
My sound energy was left unattended and was overpowered by her kinetic energy that was haphazardly pulling her towards all corners of the shop.
She clutched her tired teller machine to show some out of basket of clothes.
The basket would be easily out of capacity if I put in my one suit but to my amazement, it beheld seemingly millions of tops piled and intertwined.
What is this? Just tops”
“Leave, not good. Look , look bags!!” As if a deprived child has seen his favorite ice cream.
Spending quality time with the rack, she gave me clear hints of what she really liked –some pathsala bag and then threw it back.
“Let’s see the top.”
She looked lost like Sindbad on island of gold but she did exude an insinuating aura towards other women as if shouting: I am with my boy friend,you stupid fishes!
Hours passed me trailing her all around the women’s zone.
After stationing me awkwardly against women’s trial room, she appeared like a nightingale every 5 minutes to pose as some covergirl asking my opinion about the top..
While she was in there, I glanced at the prices.
Well, it hardly used a quarter of a meter fabric. Why on earth so much?
I silently slid my hand in pocket to ensure if my handkerchief should be costlier.
Again, the pink top. I was asked to opinionate.
Well, its not shirt /jean/shoe… But gauging her smile spanning her face
“Awesome” I responded.
My body was aching to run away and catch a refreshing beer.
“So done!”. Let’s get going.
I wonder if it was all part of a murky plan to spend more time to piss me off, so that I exhibit minimum resistance paying off the bill.
At the cash counter she lined up to strategically to see bag rack. Reaching the counter salesperson she turned around to tell me.
“Look that bag would go well with this! Isn’t it?”
But leave, its freaking overpriced”
Being a thorough gentleman, I said “No! Buy.”
The plan, however sacrilegious it was, seemed to be working for her.
Bill stated some 1700 bucks.
She took ages to find her purse inside a bigger purse inside the biggest purse. As if she wanted to pay.
“Okie, here you go, I took out my Credit card passing it to the salesperson.
American chivalry, foolish me.
“Mam, 300 more and you get this special card which can fetch you additional discounts on top of regulars next time”.
“Hon, you get your sister this liner and mascara, her birthday is next week, isn’t it?”
“Fine, pack up. I don’t have any card holder place left, you keep it.”
“Sweetu, You really don’t need to do this, ya”
“How well I know, Sweetie! “ I said
“you naa”. She said.
By the power bestowed by god to my teeth and hand, that night , I cut my last Credit card in three pieces without scissors
A week later , I was single and sipping beer with my group of singletons.
Love
-DLabels: Funny Sides of Events, Holy war b/w Man and Woman |
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| Imp: Somebody Broadcast on my behalf |
| Sunday, June 8, 2008 |
I am 13 month old kid.And I am already confused with everything in and around me. People around me are making my life no more easier. I agree I do something crazy on the floor or bed at times and do not care to clean it. But when I do try wiping out, they shout as if they have seen a voodoo-child ghost with a knife in hand.
My mom sometimes scares me to death. Even if I put that soft chocos that my uncle gives me in my mouth, she starts garroting me apprehending I am eating the chalk again. Now, I know difference between chalk and cheese btw. I learnt after first mistake- Someone with verbal communication skill, please inform her.
Misinterpretation is my greatest bane. When I want serenity and tranquility at home basically tired of my own crying, mom stuffs me with some peanut shaped cottons clothes under my pants and takes me to a camouflaged person with snake around his neck, glasses on face and innumerable needles in his apron.
My dad knows only one way to keep me happy. Barge that milk bottle smelling like Becosule tablets down my throat and force me drink it all. And when it metabolizes naturally and frequently - he thinks my tummy is upset, Why won't it be, I ask your honor!!
And yes, someone on a common communication platform as my dad, please tell him- don't force me to piss every 30 minutes, i hate his whistle- too infrasonic.
As if physical torture is not enough, they try using me to satisfy their inflated egos. I hate that.
Last Sunday, a very tall guy and a very fat woman accompanying him came to our home. I don't have a problem, unless they gang up to gag me.
Oh i forgot with a kid, they came. The kid occupied little more same space than me and displaced a little more air when it moved around.
The way it muttered words suggested that it was "she" and younger than me.
Are they trying to set us up? I wish they do, I came to the learning in my last life that male to female ratio is dwindling fast and its better to secure your birth well in advance.
So there you go- Crime against innocence and my rage against the elderly.
"Battle of whose kid is smarter."
Dad: " Hon, Say Daddy"
Me: "Grow up, why do you need to prove anything, pa. I will say when you give me that train toy which you have kept on the top shelf." I said , he didn't understand so i just kept toying with the new denim pant.
Mom: " Show the uncles your dancing talent".. okay.. almost picked me up like a polythene bag half-filled with sunflower oil, ironically to keep me steady on my feet.
1...2..3.. "Hujurr,,, Teraa teraaa teraa surooorrr ooorrr oor"
Me: "Shoot! Same song again. I hate that song - sounds like someone is forcing a pencil down my ear drums repeatedly". I refused to buzz.
Parents in unison: "He is keeping ill for some days. see how pale he looks. that's why he is lazy. "
Me: "I see. Now, that's a news a breaking news"
Other couple:
Dad :" Mini Beta,,, come come here" showing her something which was bright and shiny.
My Dad: " The Dumbest kid will come if you show something like that. Declared unfair".
well he didn't say it. I 'm saying on his behalf. A son's duty, u know.
Luring her to touch that thing...she says.. " Daughtie, say to uncle: "Good morning" "
Kid: "Let me see what that feels like touching..." well she didn't say it. I 'm saying on her behalf.
A very close friends duty, u know .. ahmm ahmm.. ! I 'm blushing.
Mom: "No, first say "Good morning" "
Kid: Oh Okie ..:"gaabbrraa maarabraadabbraa"
Dad: "Whooaaa,, bravo.. now give her that crap "
My Mom was looking right into my face ready for kill anytime.
Dad: "Now, go and shake hands with Aman.. "
Me: "That's the way aha aha , i like it. come fast!"
Kid: "Oh what non-sense.. neither i understand nor does he.. I can't interact with dumbos".
Her dad pulls her and put her down to my place.
Me: "I hope you remain consistent down the years, Mr Tall Dad "
She starts off with pulling my buttons.
Me: "I sincerely hope daughter follows her dad's genetic behavior down the years, Miss Cutie "
I continued to play dumb because i think that's the way children should be.
And yeah, I did say to her " Suueeettt haaarrt"!
And of course she replied back.
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 by uprooting a few hairs from my top floor. -D Labels: Funny Sides of Events, Holy war b/w Man and Woman, Humor |
| posted by Dheeraj @ 1:20 PM |
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| The tag of the Stag- Royal Stag |
| Tuesday, May 13, 2008 |
Me and my roomie were usual unattainable stags , friends of us were even better (read bitter) stags. The biggest problem we mulled over was how to initiate the talk.
Well, he always blamed me and insinuated that I being one of the rankers and in one of the most blessed Department of college , ie CSE, should have cracked it.
I, on the other hand, shamelessly in defense, blamed him for being such a hunky and the outlaw biker, sorry ladder, and yet a stag. It’s coincidence that he loves Royal stag.
It took a discovery of a white stray in his stubble that made him take solemn oath to break the jinx that fateful evening.
Here’s his attempt.
Target location: No winners for guessing right! Yes, CSE dept.
Our guy approached this girl and asked a straight question non-chalantly "What's your name"?
A pause in steps and a scorned look..
Our guy wondered, if he asked what he rehearsed or the passcode of her bank accounts.
She didn't respond and walked away. Brave soul followed with steely determination in his heart and interrupted again.
“Why”? she asked..
A question is not to be questioned.. Well, as if this is a screening test to test suitability of the person seeking enquiry.He thought and quickly gave up, saying “Why??? ..As in simply...I mean... just asking.”
“What’s your business?” Another level of authentication.
I ain't no businessman, a sheer mediocre BE student craving for love. He rejected crude thought. Then he thought.
May be I can say this. “Oh, I have got a female baby in my paternal uncle's house and they were wondering which name is "In". Your face tells me your name must be in.”
He started weighing his options in darkness of his own mind while she gradually faded away in the far dimness of the aisle.
That night poor guy asked me.. What's the answer for this "WHY"?
I said with an air of confidence. “See, dude, no girl is so easily going to tell her name in this village just like that. Just say " You wanna friendship".”
“No ya, she must have a guy” . he sounded despondent.
"Hell no, tell me if all the girls are engaged, why most guys are single. See, Rajesh,Shashank,Amit, Manav, Shiva,Guru, all, even Rahul,and even me.. huh” It’s just their attitude.
Ahh, There is a theory about "Rahul" as well, weird one. Highlights below---
* All sweet guys are Rahuls. I swear It's Yash chopra/Johars effect.
* All shashanks/Shekars/Sidharthas are mostly fair and lean.
*All Mukeshs are uncle-types.
* All Sandeep's are little fat.
* All Shweta's are little flirt and gets fat as day passes.
* Amits/Manishs/Poojas are usually so widespread that characterizations or pattern matching is quite difficult.
* All Rishis are quite womanizers.
* All Shobhas are overtly showoffs with little substance to back it.
*All Priyas are quite beautiful and sultry..
* All Malti's, Latas are fatsos..
* Manojs are wheatish and sport moustache
Well, no offence,, just whiteboarding what we did..
Back to the discussion again.I stray a lot.
"Oh Okie." He butted out the cigarette butt on the astray lying on his chest and put it down slowly under the bed.
Next morning, he caught her while she was starting her scooty after the Microprocessor lab.
Usually you get hot headed after that.He should have consulted me.
"I am Kamlesh, Mechanical, final year"-putting special emphasis on Mechanical and final year” As if she will pity hearing this and bestow some mercy.
Engine shrieked but din’t start. “Yours?” Stooping and anticipating some movement of the lips hidden behind the generously shampooed hairs.
“Oh.. I want to be friends with you.” I said loudly thinking, she still would be expecting the reasoning of the 24-hrs old question.
She straightened up and said" Why?"
“Oh .. don’t you know.. I am such a dog.” I read his mind.
“Why mean what? I mean simply.. I like you..” This is what he actually said.
“Sorry I’m not interested..” This is what she ultimately said.
“I just asked your name, damn it.. what’s the deal with interest here..” :-(
Engine started .
She went and he did what he does best. Smoked!.
That night again, he challenged me .. Our challenges were of the finest & rarest quality.
“Can you show me?” he asked
“Dude, this is nasty, non-sense.” I snapped.
“Oh , I meant can you show me that you 'can' talk to girls?”
“Oh K'mon, grow up. What's there in..” I said with a pretentious ease..
Anyways, i had said No to “No” long back and accepted.
Hence, the brainstorming.
I remembered, Manish- he is quite involved with them. What does he do?
Yippy, Notes.
But, i never take notes, I don’t understand other's handwriting, no matter how filthy and illegible I write.
Plus, won’t she know that I have 54 guys in hostel from whom I can ask. This will be so embarrassing and too obvious..
What else..?? okie,, I shall ask what happened yesterday with Shilpa, why was she upset- who the hell I am to worry? I have never worried, worse, i din’t come college yesterday. Then, why haven’t I worried for all these passed years.
No, poor idea. Okay, The farewell party. I shall ask where to organize and what’s new this time around?
Oh,, I never did those,, Do i have to lie just to talk.. forget.!!
I decided and shouted to my roomie standing near the far end
“BOND.. Come on in, i lose.. I sponser your Kachauri and cigarettes and the Maaza."
-DLabels: Friends, Holy war b/w Man and Woman, Humor, Turn The pages |
| posted by Dheeraj @ 9:59 AM |
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| Love Guru and the Frustu!! |
| Monday, November 12, 2007 |
I have a good friend of mine, who looks quite good (quite a contrast to my usual friends circle, It is always better for your prospect to hang out with not so good looking friends :)), hasbeen facing a peculiar and pretty common trite.
He has taken a solemn promise to himself NOT to go around with our gang of guys till he manages a girl friend. Another effort to sabatoge our gang by the opposition.
I remember he purchased a pair of fast track goggles and a bike just to impress girls.Good old Mantra. Much to his chagrin-nothing came out from that except for a recurring interests in his credit card bills.
Some one told him Delhi is saturated and there is no girl single there - Next day he started applying jobs in blore.
I remember he chose college after seeing some pretty snaps in college prospectus.Poor soul - he read concept of masquerede only in his 6 semesters after getting admitted.
Same goes for his company. One fine evening- after a few drinks he called up and asked
"If all girls are engaged, how come most guys are single"
I replied politely: This is because of two reasons
1. There a few dudes like me who have engaged more than 1 girl and there are girls who still cling to guys who are not single."
2. There is impropotionate male to female ratio in India. Google and find out"
High on alcohol and and my enlightling information he started feeling better and revealed a truth."Don't tell anyone but My parents have chosen a girl for me.I am soon to be engaged."
A few days back, my philanderer friend had a narrow escape. He found courage to wave hands to standing girl on the road side. Rightly said, When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it. There was this huge traffic Jam right at that moment with no escape. The girl started approaching his still bike. He was petrified but she surpassed him and halted at her waiting friend.
Lucky escape or poor destiny??? i wonder
Last month, he changed his cell service provider because someone tipped him that Vodafone prepaids give 100 SMS free and he will have greater probability of getting return message from beautiful strangers.
No luck, obviously.
He asked a self-declared Love Guru the places where the chances of getting single and looking woman are high. He had been making rounds of CCDs, Baristas, Pubs and cool joints since then much to his dismay again.
He found some time last weekend and we sat over a few pegs. After 3rd shot
My Friend : " Friend, I know you since childhood"
Me: "Liar". I didnt say it aloud enough.
My friend: "I believe you and I really love you for your integrity"
Me: yukk!! please ,height of frustration. I thought. "Thanks ,I am obliged." I said.
My friend:"I am going to tell something I am just confiding to you. My parents are planning to get me married."
Me:"Wow", i exclaimed as if i didnt know. He has told same thing last weekend.You should be happy man. Congrates.
My friend: " But , i am not ready". effects of New Gen movies
What had i done till now.What face i will show when my wives/kids would ask me."Did you have any girl friends"
Me: Get me another peg.(Wives,?? You will fortunate to get one wife,dumb!
Me: Hmm.. finishing it off in one gulp. So, you shouldnot tell anyone . You can brag that you had a few. I am good at women psychology. I can provide you a few self- written love letters as proof and buy a few teddy bears yourself.
My friend:"Man, but I should have had." "What do I lack,tell me" . Almost like a convict pleading innocence.
Me:Get me another peg, I cant take this non-sense in my sense. "Look at me, i am happy this way. C'mon man, your parents will get you a pretty bride. i am sure."
And listen--
"Delay your marriage. Find her number and treat her as your GF with whom you are not going to get married."
My friend: "Get me another large.Sounds great." Apparently looking soothed.
"And know what ,I have it. Shall i talk now." he said with childish lisp.
Me: No Please!!!I reprimanded.
"Get this one.." handing over his new peg.
but man, I really adore you.. really i do...
He got into slumber with as smile of satisfaction and I felt good putting the restless soul to peaceful sleep JIT. just in time.
~Dheeraj
P:S: Not directed at anyone. Coincidences are not uncommon in today's world.Labels: Holy war b/w Man and Woman, Humor |
| posted by Dheeraj @ 6:38 PM |
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| Is the specie around you? |
| Thursday, April 12, 2007 |
Preamble: The only purpose of the crap beneath is fultoo and faltoo entertainment and a few laudatory comments will be a welcome surprise .Most of the memorable things in life happen in a surprise.
Disclaimer:The protagonist-- the girl, is a utopian creature and any resemblance to a person, working or resigned,still sitting beside you or far from you, is purely an affirmation of my conviction that the species number is overwhelming.
Caution:Approach with caution to the girl to whom you may like to forward it.
Mock Incident:
"bye bye bye, Bus arrived. call me back in a minute." the voice homogenized with the loud hurling of the stagnant bus.
She hurriedly boarded the bus and scanned for a seat in the crowded bus. Finding none, tried opening the driver's cabin which she found locked from inside.
Driver helped her ,helped himself, by unlocking the door and letting her in.
The guy at the back whose legs were cramped in the small corridor between the 'last row' and the 'left lane-last seat' frowned in disgust.
These drivers!! the curse almost dropped from his mouth.
Girl was happy.No one else will board the bus and she will have a relaxed time with his newly bought cellphone.She kept talking all the while till she reached her desk in the office.
Usual shake of mouse and switching on of monitor, punching in the password.
Can you imagine, if the keyboards had eyes? Looking in trepidation those polished and yet extremely powerful, offensive and grown long nails coming down hard at it.
She punched in her password in benevolent movement as if she knew she would hurt the keyboard. From the map that her hands created on keyboard, it seemed it was a standardized, robust password.
Any idea what kind of passwords people keep??
Anything from idiotic *****('iloveyou') to ***** ('rahul' ), from lazy ***** ('12345') to tedious-to-type ************* ('samrudhi@123+')
Thank God , the password policy's had made people roll their fingers all over the keyboard in search for special characters.
Moreover, girl followed the way to the sofa , looked for the newspaper scattered across the table.
Not finding the The Pune times, migrated to the next table.Yeah, got it.
Browsing through, looking for the latest and nascent gossip,Not much, poor fate!!
Silent Vibrator tone in her bag brought her back to her cheerful best.
"Hi, h&%$#(...............", voice slowly mitigated to nano decibels.
And i wondered how the person across the call was deciphering the voice.
I think if it was he, he would be assuming what he wanted to hear and if it was she, she didn’t need to hear, she will speak too.
While a man usually gets mobile with mobile calls, girls look for a reclusive place to sit and talk. Read deal and Raw deal.
The girl chose the rarely used staircase to sit and talk.
After a little less than an hour , gathered herself and went to her assigned seat to look for the work she had to deal with.
Girls always know to deal. Deal during shopping, deal during work, deal during conversation.And inevitably, they get the best deal.
The task is not enough to keep her busy for 7 hrs.
Picked up the beetel receiver and dialled a number. Almost 11 digit- A mobile number, Pat me for my analytical bend of mind and bark at me to snoop on girls.
Another 25 minutes of whispering into phone, she hanged up and killed one task.
Come 2nd task. While stifling it to death, she got a call on her cell. She picked up and slowly walked through to the other staircase on her left.Another 25 minutes.
Came back and gave a final touch to the impending task.
Lunch time.
She went all the way on some call looking for a shade in the way.
Gesturing her food court company to continue moving, she haulted to deal with this call as well.
Lunch over with as little food as possible killing as much time as she can.
Enough to survive and deal.
Final task- and the final nail in the coffin.
She roared in herself" No task ever so daunting could steal my talktime"
No interruptions. She responded 2 more calls duration each around 20 minutes with few dialed ones duration aggregated to say 80 minutes but executed in installments.
Nokia Battery put to acid test. They must have employed a female employee for regression testing for the battery backup. And I am sure with no remuneration.
Timeup. 5.30: Pack up. The cell is already beeping in pain like a dog being hit with a stone on its leg.
And I doubt, if the same saga of telling and hearing tales would have stopped once the charger is present there eternally plugged in , ready to refuel the ion tanker.
I was left wondering :
What do they talk?
What is the topic? Is it only one topic or is it different every time or does it start with one and traverse every topic?
Where the information comes from?and where does that go??
Where the patience comes from?
Where the calls come from?
Will the topics and contents ever get decapitated?
Will they too have a day when they say” Ha yaar, ha .. haa.. sure will do that.. I am fine. Ok chal milte hai, cha Bye” (1-2 min call)?
If a day like this arrives, Will their food get digested or will they stop eating at all?
In sab sawalo ke jwab janne ke liye—padhte rehiye--
http://dheeraj-haveabreak.blogspot.com
Dheeraj
Labels: Holy war b/w Man and Woman, Humor |
| posted by Dheeraj @ 3:10 AM |
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| Pyar Ke effects |
| Tuesday, April 10, 2007 |
"Hiieeeeeii, What are you doing?" The GF asked sweetening the hi to a level that it sounded like a painful scream.
"Nothing!, just came from office".Unknotting the irritating neck tie, the guy said.
"Hmmm,So?" The GF enquired.
"mmmm?? nothing, will change now ". The guy answered reluctantly wishing she keeps the call now.
"Oh ok, why do you work so late in office?" GF in no mood to let it go.
"Arrey yaar, I had some urgent work." Guy frowned in frustration taking out the wet socks with the maximum power he could apply on the frontal part of the socks.
"There is one guy who is handling this MNC,you always have some work or other that keeps you in the office" Girl wanting to put some words into his mouth.
"Waste to convince her". Guy conceded
"Hmmmm".Guy avoided confrontation.
"What work do you do there?" Girl continued the relentless assualt.
"He will crack down and speak out what is the truth". she took oath.
"I know you want to start a bickering that will end up in a confession from me". he gasped
"Hey sweets , You wont understand, It's kind of technical".he kept his cool.
"I do understand.Ok!! I am not as dumb as you think I am,tell me." she ordered.
The sweet Hi has changed to bitter question.
" Fine".Patience lost and so the battle.
"I work for a Healthcare and Insurance US client.They are opulent or so my company believes or they are stupid, I dont care. They are topsy-turvily overhauling the entire system that was running very fine till we won the bid to demolish and renovate the perfectly fine brainchild of some consultant who happened to be from my comany itself only a few years ago. Now, the whole system is in mess and we are trying to fix that mix with everyone in a fix. Even, an efficient person like Shilpi and Rajdeep is finding it hard to complete the task in time. Since, new months data needs to be updated and available by next week, we are working late nights and will continue working so hard because we have more historical monuments lined up from the same client to be demolished"
"Got it??". he exhaled in exasperation and went to the bathroom to wash his stinking legs and threw the socks which had acquired a rubber band shape .
"Oh , can't you simply say you cherish to spend time with that Shilpi.No wonder you always disconnect my call in office. You never talk properly.You are afraid of people knowing about me.Your dreams will crash. Right?" she hit the nail.
Fearing the calamity, the guy arranged the succor.
"Oh come on, you know there is nothing like that. Everyone in the team stays late. We have our calls from onsite every morning and evening. We have so much work pressure. That's why I disconnect. I think I will call you back but forget in flurry of work. i am sorry." Voice imploring forgiveness ,for what, he wondered.
"Bye, don't call me ". Girl exploded
My telephone bills, guy calculated ,95% yrs acheivement.
She always hangs up during dying seconds of the minute.
She always hangs up citing "Mummy is coming,hey someone is calling blah blah, I will call back" withing 5 minutes.
There pops up no emergency when I call up? The guy continued wondering.
let me have the dinner.
Time:12.30pm
Action: Boy messaging the girl " Hey honey, I am sorry.You know I love you" As if he is not sure whether he loves her .
Reaction:A miss call @12.45pm from girl.
In a fraction: Boy calls up the girl and everything is fine for next one hour.
Chain reaction: Love is a vicious circle.You keep doing the same thing everyday, hoping something will change someday.
Cheers for love,
DheerajLabels: Holy war b/w Man and Woman, Humor |
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