Category: @tempting humour

  • Making my trip

    The flight was delayed by over 2 hours, which meant that i was taking potshots at anything resembling a Go Air employee and in some cases, other passengers whose flights were on time 🙂

    He: Have you scanned it?
    Me: Yup, did that at home. Don’t think i have forgotten anything.
    He: I meant the machine, sir
    Me: Then why don’t you ask the machine?
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    He: (while trying to elbow his way past me during the security check): (pointing to the machine): My phone’s in there, let me through.
    Me: (after letting him past): Where do you think mine is?
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    He: (while telling me to use the entry at the back of the plane) You can go behind.
    Me: Behind who?
    He: I meant backside
    Me: Behind whose backside?
    *********************************************
    And as they kept running laps on the runway without taking off, i loudly sang “Udhale Udhale…”
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    D refused to allow me to have more fun. I especially missed asking the air hostess, whose name was Smitha, whether her first name was Silk.
    In fact D was so rude, she pointed to me, when they came around with the trash cart.

    until next time, way to Go?

  • Gestation Time

    She hated this wait. It had been many months now, and she still had some more to go, before the result showed. She was a bit nervous. It definitely wasn’t the first time that she was going through this, but she was still young, and not, lets say, a seasoned player, though how anyone could be a seasoned player inspite of multiple experiences was something beyond her imagination, since every experience in this regard was a unique one, with its own set of ups and downs and idiosyncrasies.
    He was not exactly what you could call a big help, though he was definitely much sweeter and understanding than most others of his breed. She had heard enough horror stories to realise and appreciate that, but unfortunately it was more of her cross than his. But wait, it wasn’t exactly a cross and besides, in his own right, he would be tense too, but he couldn’t or rather wouldn’t show it to her. She wasn’t sure if it was a ‘man’ thing- this entire show of bravado, when being tense.
    But, to be fair to him, he had been very supportive and understanding when she had mentioned her desire to him. He thought it was pretty natural. In fact he had initiated the process and gone through it without much fuss. In fact, she thought, that was an understatement, because it had been pure pleasure.
    But she hated this wait, especially since one couldn’t be too sure of everything turning out right, because though both of them had defintely played their parts, the higher powers had a say in it too. But though she hated the wait, she would grin and bear, after who could every say no to appraisals and increments?

    until next time, the thought was conceived after reading this 🙂

  • Social Networking

    I once had a scrap on Orkut.
    I won.
    until next time, feeling anti-social.

  • Metrified

    adj. composed in a poetic meter

    ..and thats exactly what the film was… no, i don’t enjoy poetry, but i liked the word connection… and the film ‘Life in a Metro’ …. just wish there was more of irfan khan ..as always, this isn’t a review, but there was another connection in the beginning minutes of the movie, that i thought was very funny..
    Sharman Joshi (why can’t we see more of that guy) gives out his uncle’s apartment to his different bosses for their quickie trysts with secretaries… sharman’s neighbours dont get to see the different faces though, their only point of contact is the common wall… and every day, they wait till the night’s peformance ends, so they can go to sleep…
    one day, when there are multiple users, they begin to sleep when the second performance starts.. and the wife remarks that her husband should find out what sharman eats…
    and definitely in context (though unwittingly) the producer’s name appears on the marquee – ronnie screwvala
    until next time, poetry in motion ….

  • Beauty with Brain Fry

    Saw the movie ‘Bheja Fry’ last weekend, and had a good laugh over the antics of vinay as bharat bhushan… and to lighten the mood further and have a laugh at D’s expense, i started this conversation
    Me: Imagine you having a husband like that
    D: that leaves little scope for imagination…
    until next time, ask and you shall receive 🙂