If you happen to have read http://b612-the-tiny-planet.blogspot.com/2010/05/ek-option-ka-premium-tum-kya-jaano.html before coming here and are already thinking what an ass of a derivative trader Ramesh Babu is, let me tell you, Ramesh Babu is not a trader at all. He has this knack of making things such as "ek chutki sindoor" famous by refusing to understand their value. He made "ek chutki sindoor" more famous than "sindoor" itslf by(allegedly) undermining its importance. Nobody knew about this strange ability of his until the day Pappu-the-stud came to work for his company. He instantly envied Pappu for being a blue-eyed, handsome, young, MBA and started spreading bad words about him. As a result, Pappu instantly became "spectacularly" "popular". Pappu thanked Ramesh Babu and they became very good friends. Once, when Pappu was "holidaying in france" he went to a party where the crowd booed at him saying "Pappu can't dance sala". He tried telling them, "Pappu guitar bajata hai", "but Pappu nach nahi sakta", but the crowd kept making fun of him.
Heartbroken and ashamed of his poor dancng skills, Pappu - after coming back to India - tried to get rid of his 2nd left leg by enrolling in a salsa class. But Ramesh Babu was never a big fan of salsa and he told Pappu it's the most hideous dance form ever. Since Ramesh Babu was a great friend of his, Pappu listened to him and went for Jive lessons instead. That's how Salsa became hugely popular in India overnight. Same thing happened with Jive too. But Pappu finally got fed up with it all and decided to hang up his dancing shoes for ever....while western dance forms kept getting more popular everyday.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Saturday, May 1, 2010
What the hell was it!!!
Saw one more movie with a totally screwed up storyline. But then a plot with so many holes is bound to be fucked!!!
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Overheard at the local shop
I am back. What?!!! You weren't exactly dying waiting for me?!!! Well, I am back anyway. What kept me for so long was netiher apping nor IPL and continuing in the same vein, what brought me here today wasn't the lack of these two activities either. There is still a lot of of work to do(in apping) and action to catch(in IPL).
Remember the kid in "The sixth sense"? Much to my horror, I recently discovered that I have similar powers. But there's a twist. No, that doesn't mean I see ghosts dancing away. In fact, I don't see dead people at all; I see smartasses. No, not round and tight posteriors, ya pervert; though I admit seeing thaose would be thousand times more fun. What I mean is PJs and wise cracks follow me like heat seeking missiles these days, wherever I go. Even at the local medical/stationery shop. And that made me think, why the hell do we not have a shopkeeper-customer genre of jokes in the jokebooks. I mean, we have courtroom humour, boardroom humour, bathroom humour, bedroom homour, husband-wife jokes, father-son jokes, father in law-son in law jokes, mother in law-daughter in law jokes, manager-employee jokes, student-teacher jokes, engineer-manager jokes, friend-friend jokes, lover boy-lover girl jokes and a lot more sub-categories!! So why not shopkeeper-customer jokes?? Especially when we are subjected to it on a daily basis. Well, at least I am.
And this is what brings me here. So ladies and gentlemen, let me have the honour of presenting to you the world's first official collection of shopkeeper-customer humour.
1. Me: Bhaiya, yeh pen kaam nahi karta?
Bhaiya: Nahi ji, yeh bas likhta hai :)
2. Auntyji: Arre bhaiya, kuchh achhe prints dikhao na!
Exasperated Kannadiga shopkeeper: Amma, company mera naiii....
3. Lady with an accent: How much?
Fish seller: Rui maachh madaaam :)
4. Ages ago, my cousin who didn't know any bengali went to a local shop and after getting his stuff gave a 100 rupee note to the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper asked for change saying, "khuchro khuchro". My cousin left the shop saying he will get it from home. When he told one of my brothers what happened, my brother asked him if he didn't have change. My cousin's reply to this was awesome. He said, "I had plenty. But I thought "khuchro" is a number > 100"
...the day my memory and willingness to write came good at the same time, I will post more.
Remember the kid in "The sixth sense"? Much to my horror, I recently discovered that I have similar powers. But there's a twist. No, that doesn't mean I see ghosts dancing away. In fact, I don't see dead people at all; I see smartasses. No, not round and tight posteriors, ya pervert; though I admit seeing thaose would be thousand times more fun. What I mean is PJs and wise cracks follow me like heat seeking missiles these days, wherever I go. Even at the local medical/stationery shop. And that made me think, why the hell do we not have a shopkeeper-customer genre of jokes in the jokebooks. I mean, we have courtroom humour, boardroom humour, bathroom humour, bedroom homour, husband-wife jokes, father-son jokes, father in law-son in law jokes, mother in law-daughter in law jokes, manager-employee jokes, student-teacher jokes, engineer-manager jokes, friend-friend jokes, lover boy-lover girl jokes and a lot more sub-categories!! So why not shopkeeper-customer jokes?? Especially when we are subjected to it on a daily basis. Well, at least I am.
And this is what brings me here. So ladies and gentlemen, let me have the honour of presenting to you the world's first official collection of shopkeeper-customer humour.
1. Me: Bhaiya, yeh pen kaam nahi karta?
Bhaiya: Nahi ji, yeh bas likhta hai :)
2. Auntyji: Arre bhaiya, kuchh achhe prints dikhao na!
Exasperated Kannadiga shopkeeper: Amma, company mera naiii....
3. Lady with an accent: How much?
Fish seller: Rui maachh madaaam :)
4. Ages ago, my cousin who didn't know any bengali went to a local shop and after getting his stuff gave a 100 rupee note to the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper asked for change saying, "khuchro khuchro". My cousin left the shop saying he will get it from home. When he told one of my brothers what happened, my brother asked him if he didn't have change. My cousin's reply to this was awesome. He said, "I had plenty. But I thought "khuchro" is a number > 100"
...the day my memory and willingness to write came good at the same time, I will post more.
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