Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Happy New Year



A common scene in every household: A couple is getting ready for a party. As usual the male pulls over his clothing in 5 minutes. There is a good chance that he’s gone bald and so there is no time spent for combing. He waits in the living room.
As usual he has to remind his wife/ girlfriend to do it fast although he is fully aware that it’s of no much use. He is relieved to find that she has taken a few seconds lesser than the last party. Then comes the million dollar question
‘Honey, how do I look?’

So what would the girls expect?
a)To be frank you look better without all those make-up. The outfit might be the fashion of the season, but you are an ill fit in it.
b)Darling, you look fabulous in it. Can I adjust the edges a bit.

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A smart guy decided to outsmart a great guru. He goes to him and asks a question
‘Guru, I have a small sparrow in my hand. Do you think it’s dead or alive?’

Guru saw the trap in the question. If he says it’s alive, the young man can squeeze it to death and claim it was dead. If he says it’s alive then he could set free the bird and say it was alive.
‘Son the answer lies in your hand.’

So this is my short gyan for you guys who are stepping into a new year. We have got many questions in our mind. The answer lies in our PERCEPTION.

As a thank you note: Thank you for keeping me going. However much you deny, a blogger needs to pump his ego for fuel. So hugs for the guys and flying kisses for the girls who have been with me through bad posts and good.

A small help for a friend and newbie blogger: My college days were anything but boring, thanks to a handful of guys. One among them has started to pen down his experiences in college and beyond. Non- Mallus may find the posts a bit tough to visualize, but go ahead and pay a visit.

Friday, December 24, 2010

The Saviour of Christmas

Hey, so another Christmas season has come by. You, being my faithful readers, deserve some gift to cherish. Here I give mine and this is a story I heard. The story is satirical but read deep into it and you’ll get a meaning.

The class teacher decided to do a skit on the nativity scene as part of the Christmas festivities. Pete had always been enchanted with character of ‘Joseph’. He was one of the most respected characters in the Bible. Nothing much is known about him, but the little information that exists makes him all the more venerable. Besides he gets a central place in the skit and could stand in all the pride with Mary, as the shepherds and angels dance and sing around them.

While teacher was assigning the roles, the dream role of Joseph fell into the hands of Sid. Disappointment would not be the apt word to describe the mood of Pete, that too when Sid was his arch rival. Pete had to contend with the inn-keeper’s role. Protest was not a favourable method as he may end up as a butt of jokes.

After much practice, the D-day arrived. According to the real story Mary experiences pains of childbirth. Joseph goes around looking for lodging but is turned down by everyone. Atlast he approaches the inn-keeper. The inn-keeper apologizes that he has no free room left. Joseph persists and seeing Joseph’s anguish inn-keeper offers them his cattle shed.

The skit moved on until Joseph approached inn-keeper.
Joseph(Sid): Sir, my wife is in pains. I have searched everywhere without any luck. Can you please offer me a room.
The inn-keeper(Pete): YES SIR, OF COURSE COME ON RIGHT IN. I HAVE PLENTY OF ROOMS HERE.

The audience held their collective breath. The teacher was on the verge of breakdown. For the first time in history the story of Christmas was about to be corrected.
There was a pin drop silence as Joseph walks in to the room.
Joseph(Sid) [in disgust]: Oh what a dirty, dinghy, stinking room it is. A cattle shed would be better than this. Come on Mary, let’s get out.
Thus Joseph saved another Christmas

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL