Thursday, February 18, 2010

Subbhu the superstar

Down here in South, men have a fantasy towards girls from any where other
than South India.
The reason being they dress stylishly ,they have a very fair
complexion, they got big boobs and butts. And we have a somewhat wrong notion that North Indian girls are easy.

So we stare lecherously but rarely we get any positive response from them.

So when we started seeing Subbhu in the pantry more than regularly chatting with Payal, we were amused.

Subbhu was cornered and question. He announced triumphantly that Payal had proposed him the last day. We stared at him in amazement and disbelief. Subbhu out of us all!! Congrats started pouring in.

Expression in Subbhu's face read something like 'It's nothing for me man'.
I wanted to derail him a bit. 'Hey do you think your parents are going to approve the match?'
'Cool Man!! I am going to dump her soon'.

Look at the way Subbhu has changed. No comments Subbhu, keep going.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Equals to

Every Sunday one short guy comes to press (iron) my shirts. He gets paid a small sum for the effort he does. He does a great job. Besides it’s a pure waste of time and money to iron 7-8 shirts a week.
The fellow asks for small gifts or bonuses during the festival season. We give it grudgingly.
My room is cleaned once in a week by an old lady. She also gets paid a small sum.
There is nothing worse than a weekend without these two people. I will have to iron my clothes and clean my rooms all by myself. It’s not a pretty heavy task. But I can’t afford to waste away my precious weekends cleaning rooms.
I naturally get pissed off if my plans for the weekend are washed away because of these people. I am too unwilling to bother about their excuses. Why is it so? They aren’t my servants. They work for me in the same way I work for my boss. Why can’t I treat them as equals?

Haven’t they got the right for choice in the same way as I do?

Monday, February 1, 2010

Trade Off

Uncle flew down from Gulf yesterday. As usual he carried with him the praises of his only son, Babloo. We received with gladness the news that Babloo has been elevated to the position of ‘Babloo’ the great.
Babloo was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. The bottom ranks were exclusively reserved for him. But he still studied in the best places. All the Kentucky and McDonalds added to his outer perimeter but still he used the shining new bats and othe sports accessories.

Since he couldn’t think of anything creative to do for two hours, he scratched off the bar code and got himself disqualified from the Engineering entrance exams. But please do not under estimate him. He did the entrance coaching in some of the best institutes in the country. Nevertheless he joined one of the posh Engineering colleges in Chennai.
He got more silver spooned no gooders for company. He got a bike and countless number of girl friends. He took up smoking and drinking for the heck of it. Like all the colleges in Tamil Nadu, his college set their own question papers and corrected the answers too. Since the Professors didn’t want any trouble everyone were made to pass with flying colours.

Babloo’s sister married the son of a rich contractor. Since blood was thicker than water Babloo ended in that company. Today he owns a Land Cruiser, a car, high end Laptop and a costly mobile. That too in this tender age. I cannot imagine the heights he will conquer by the time he is 30.

My dad and mom sighed in astonishment and they admonished me by their looks. ‘Learn from him’- the phrase I have heard throughout my life.
At night I bitterly blamed my fate. Fate asks me, ‘Ok. I am ready to make a deal. Can you trade the life you have got with the life Babloo has?’
I took a stack of what life has given me.
1. The gym I go to every day
2. My mom’s breakfast.
3. My old college pals and the evening walks we share.
4. My pirated DVD collections.
5. My book collection.
6. My Blogs.
7. My mom’s tea.
8. My mom’s dinner.
9. The daily kiss I give my mom
10. My bro and my sis, the little fights and the stupid jokes we share
11. The daily dose of advices from my dad.
12. My favorite juice shop.
13. My beautiful friend and the few minutes I get to share with her every week.
14. My church and the friends there.
15. My music collection.
16. My camera.
17. My Laptop
18. My cluttered desk.
19. My secret porn collection.
Can I trade these off? Tough question but got to decide something….