Those of you who read the earlier post on Taj Mahal being shifted to Pune are probably cursing me. Here is a blogger who has done one better. Check out what Hul, also known as ‘Infinite Yellow` (view his Blog here) has sent me. And he has the cheek to say, “Please don`t show it to Rekha…she might be upset.”
Anyways, thanks Hul.
It seems long back two jobless residents of Pune decided to bring Taj mahal to their town. Their logic was simple …push the Taj in the right direction all night and sleep during day time. In ten days time…the Taj would be in Pune.
On their first day (rather night) at work they started pushing the Taj Mahal from behind. After half an hour they were all sweaty and decided to remove their shirts and drop it on the ground.
The whole night they toiled. After all, they had to push the Taj Mahal to Pune and didn`t have much time.
They stopped pushing at 4 a.m., for the fear of being spotted. But they couldn`t find their shirts at the spot…somebody had already stolen their shirts.
“Shucks…somebody has stolen our shirts!” exclaimed the intelligent one.
The not-so-intelligent one replied: “Stupid…it is just that we have pushed the Taj a long way…and we need to walk back to the place where we had actually dropped them”
All this happened in the pre-computer era. Today`s technology allows us to just drag the Taj Mahal from Agra to Pune.
Don`t believe me? Click Here to view the transfer.
[This was written when the rains were lashing Chennai and my Sify broadband connection was down]
It has been raining cats and dogs in Chennai. NDTV tells me that is not true and it has been raining in other parts of the country also. Can`t mess with a pretty babe on NDTV can we? So, I believe her.
Anyways, with rains lashing the whole of Chennai….my life style has been completely altered. To start with, I don`t sleep in the night…I spend at least three hours swatting the mosquitoes that aim to hurt Rekha. She somehow has not appreciated my gesture. But I did manage to get two liters of blood from these mosquitoes and tried selling it at the Blood Bank. They refused to buy …and wanted to know where it came from. How is a man expected to follow a mosquito and get the address of its victim?
Like I said….thanks to the rain…I bath once a week. Whether I need it or not.
Rekha has been complaining but the other girls in the vicinity have been raving about my new habit. Guess this is what they call animal magnetism. A few of my colleagues did say that the office smells as if the garbage collectors are in their 3rd week of strike.
Thanks to the rains none of my clothes are dry. Think it is a conspiracy by all the girls/women in the World. But I have decided to thwart their plan and beg, borrow, steal dry clothes. So much so, I even got new underwear today morning. Well, new to me.
I also managed to lay my hands on something really expensive. Unfortunately when I wear it…it looks as if I have stolen it or borrowed it.
You probably wonder if Rekha has been influenced by my new habits. Not yet. But I think she is on the verge of getting converted…she didn`t take bath when we had to go visit the dentist this Saturday.
Naturally, she brought along a scarf to hide her unkempt hair.
“Did you like my new scarf? Bought it in T Nagar.” she asked.
“Ohh…it is a lovely scarf. And yes…do me a favour… when the scarf blows off in the wind…don`t chase it.”
Though not planned, I had to get a few teeth removed at the dentist.