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Jab Dhonim tossed

It was just a hot day of shopping when Deepika and Madhureema decided to chill out with pepsi sipping session at the mall. Madhu looked at the inner side of the cap of her pepsi bottle.
“Let’s scratch and see whether we won something.”
“Nahi! Mood nahi hai. I don’t feel lucky these days.” Deepika was showing symptoms of heat stroke.
“Chall scratch kar na. After all it is twenty twenty world cup offer. May be we will get some autographed T shirts or balls.”
Madhu scratched her pepsi bottle cap. There was a code number written there. She followed the instructions and sent the sms with the code number. And when Deepika was not looking, Madhu took Deepika’s mobile, scratched her cap too for the number and smsed it. That day Dhonim tossed. And result was that Deepika won a return ticket to Scotland and seven days free stay at Holiday Inn. Coaxed by family and friends, Deepika took the offer and traveled to Edinburgh.

The moment she entered her hotel room, she found a small packet lying on the bed, with a red rose next to it. Not sure what it was, Deepika hesitantly picked it up. She opened it and inside was a strange letter.
“Follow the Indian flag and the solve the mystery. Your whole day bus ticket is attached.”
Along it were a bus ticket, some shopping coupons and a small Indian flag. Attached to the lower end of the flag was a small message which read,
“A joyride in 29, Be with us by 12. 25″.

Deepika sat down on the edge of the bed and read it over and over again. She looked at her watch. It ticked 11am. Still she had some time. Wondering whom she was supposed to meet, she decided to dress up. As such she had seen Angrez Women scantily clad and smoking around in what was supposed to be the summer in U.K. but felt like winter to her. The temperatures were quite cold. She wore a baby pink frock with lots of frills and with butterflies attached to the hem. A pair of  black net patterned stockings and black boots complimented her dress.She sprayed her hair with anti fuzz and then rubbed hair straightening gel slowly as she straightened her shoulder length hair. The blond highlights shone against her black hair. Her makeup focussed on her beautiful eyes and lips. She looked like a princess ready for a stroll. As an after thought she wore a black cropped jacket which completed her look. As such it is said, “Never trust the English weather and the English women. They both can never be trusted.”  A jacket and an umbrella on a seemingly warm day comes handy when it suddenly chills out or starts raining.

She walked down to the reception unsure of what she was supposed to do next. The man at the reception was an Angrez with blond hair and blue eyes.
“Ma’am, How can i help you?”
“Could you please tell me about the places I can visit in and around here?”
He rattled something which Deepika could not understand. It sounded Greek.
“Can you speak slowly please. I cannot understand your slang.”
He handed her a brochure and said,
“You have to go to the town centre first. Take a taxi or the bus no. 29, 37 or 51″.

Deepika repeated the words and then it struck. She looked at her watch. It said 12.23pm. She ran to the bus stop. The buses and train really kept the time in U.K. She found a bus no.31 just arriving. As she climbed into it, the bus started moving. She flashed her ticket to the driver who seemed to be a friendly woman. Her eyes saw something as she walked to sit at the back of the bus. An Indian Flag was struck behind a seat.

 She removed it and read the message at its base. It read,
“Stop the carnage the princely way where the congress symbol stands, not far is the royal path”.

Deepika who was new to the capital of Scotland didn’t know much about it’s history. She got plagued by various options as she tried to understand what the message meant. She sat still trying to remember the geography and history lessons she took when she was young. Now what about this congress symbol…..a hand as in India or did they mean symbol for congress as in USA. Suddenly the bus screeched to halt. The announcement screamed “Princes street, next bond street.”
Deepika alighted from the bus. Princely way had to be the Princes street, she was feeling a little relieved. She looked to the right and to left. Fed up, she sat down at the bus stop and stared at the tourist brochure. She looked up for Princes street and followed the attractions there. It said Edinburgh Castle. As she followed its route, not sure if it was the place she was to visit, she read a sigh which said,
“Royal mile.”  Her face lit up. Far away the castle could be seen. She decided to walk this distance in search for further clues.
 
She smiled at the people who walked along with her. Aromas of freshly baked delicacies hit her nostrils. It almost tempted her to stop and take a bite but she walked on. The architectural excellence of the buildings around amazed her. Her eyes saw a sign post which read, “Royal college of surgeons, Edinburgh.” She had always wanted to become a surgeon. She decided to walk into the building promising herself that one day she would be here for her studies. The flower lined well kept garden lead to the visitor’s area and its museum. Her eyes met a strange sight. Situated right in front of her was a huge hand made up of bronze.The ligaments and capsules were all exposed. It resembled the Congress Party Symbol. On it was placed an Indian flag. She pulled it out and smiled as she read, “42 horses pulled the Chariots up and fast.” She knew what it said. She had to take the bus no. 42. She walked out of the building to the bus stop. Few moments later the double decker bus pulled up. She climbed it flashing her all day ticket to the bus driver.

She took the stairs and perched at the open terrace berth. The view from the open bus was amazing. The red coloured Scottish homes were amazingly beautiful. The gardens were full of beautiful flowers. Everything was so clean. No garbage, no animals running out, beautiful weather and beautiful surroundings. It seemed she was a princess in a fairly tale. Suddenly a wave of summer rain showers came down. She ran down to the lower compartment of the bus. She was cold. The man sitting next to her smiled,
“Caught the showers, young lady?”
“Yeah, It is so cold!”
“Noo Lady. It is summer here. Never say it is cold. Just say that it is so fresh and cool!”

Deepika smiled at the man who was dressed in Green Kilt, stocking and boots. She wondered what was under the kilt. She remembered seeing Prince Charles dressed like this once. But Prince was not Scottish, she thought. Suddenly the man waved an Indian Flag in front of her.
“This is an Indian flag….You are an Indian, are you?”
“Oh, where did you find it?”
“Right here on my seat! You wanna take it?”
“Thank you. It is so nice to see my country’s flag!”

Deepika almost snatched it out from his hand. It read “Intubate the children, cry they will. Tell them the story of a prince and a princess and smile they will”. She pulled out the pamphlet again and followed the route the bus would take. She knew they intubate small patients with a Miller blade and laryngoscope but felt beaten as every where on the route it read….. Miller Restaurant, Miller Street, Miller Princes Street, Miller Kings Abode. She didn’t know what to do and where to go. An Angrez child was sitting in front of her with his mother. He asked her mother,
“Mommie, what is the name of this castle?”
“Craigmiller Castle!” She replied.

Deepika panicked. Was it this castle, the message meant?. Cry as in Craig, intubate with Miller and when ever we tell a story of a prince and a princess a castle will always come. She looked at the man sitting next to her wearing the kilt.
“Did I miss the stop for Craigmiller castle, Sir?”
“Still plenty of time, lady. I will tell when it comes.”
She sat quietly waiting for the man to tell her when she had to get down.
“Alight here and walk to your right. Keeping walking. You are not gonna miss it.”

She thanked him and got down. She took the turn to right and walked. She seemed in middle of nowhere. There were beautiful meadows around her. The horses, the cows and the cattle gazed around her. She felt that these animals led a better life than her. No work but just grazing and lazing around in lush green surroundings. She smelled the beautiful pink and red wild roses which lined her path. The narrow path gave way to a tall grass and wild flowers every where. She panicked. Will she ever find the Castle? She looked around and saw the outline of a castle, far away in the horizon, on a hill. There seemed no sign of a human soul around her. A rabbit ran into the grass right in front of her. She got frightened. She wondered whether she had solved the puzzle the right way or did it mean something else.

She walked among the beautiful yellow and white flowers which were growing wild and in plentiful all around her. The butterflies flew around kissing one flower to another. The birds glided from the clear blue sky lined by the white clouds. Deepika remembered all the stories she had read as a child. Little Red Riding Hood, The Sleeping Beauty And Cinderella….. all seem to come alive. She bent down to touch the yellow flower but it stung her finger with its thorn. Deepika felt the fire spread inside her finger and she started crying. Her finger swelled up. She looked around for help. No one was around. The pain was killing. She ran to the castle. At its entrance stood two curvy trees. They seemed to be there for ages. On it perched was an Indian Flag. Deepika had to climb the tree to retrieve the flag. Her swollen finger made it difficult. She grasped it into her fist as she read,
” The prince meets the princess at the highest point.”  Deepika was still crying when she took the stairs to the roof of the castle. No human being was around. Not even a curious traveller. The castle looked haunted. The castle seemed to stay all alone for years neglected by the tourists and the local.

As she reached the top she was still crying and panting. She felt so sad and unlucky these days. The exit of Indian Team from the twenty twenty world cup had also pained and angered her. The pain in her finger was intense. She paused for breath at the last stair. She heard her name and then a song. She looked up. In front of her was Dhonim and a group of young men and women. They were singing, “Happy Birthday to You, Deepika.” A huge six tier cake in white and pink stood in middle of the open terrace. Pink and white balloons were everywhere and so were the white and pink roses. They surrounded her just as Dhonim stood next to her. He gave her a gift. She cut the cake as she blew out the candles. It was her birthday. The fifteenth of June. Dhonim stuffed her with a peice of cake which she ate. The english cakes do taste heavenly. But for Deepika nothing mattered as she was with Dhonim on her birthday. She had forgiven him for the sudden exit from the world cup. A hug, a shake and a gift from Dhonim washed all her sorrows. Today she felt lucky, happy and content.

Yes, she had a beautiful birthday. He looked into her eyes as he said,
“Happy Birthday! You look so beautiful!”. Her gift was a trip to Scottish highlands to Loch Ness in search of monster with none other but Dhonim her travel mate. 

The princess had met her prince on her birthday.

(I CANNOT SHARE THE PICS WITH YOU COZ DEEPIKA HAD MASCARA RUNNING ON HER FACE. BABA…SHE HAD BEEN CRYING! )
         
(It is little belated b’day for Deepika but friends I am still on vacation and will return soon to read your posts and post mine too!)                                                 
    

I am off for vacation and would soon return….till then ciao!

When things get warm

(reposted…….worm problem)

My wife got up one morning and said,

“I want a baby. Bolo na, Is it okay with you?”

I acted deaf and dumb. We were already ‘Hum Doo and Hamare Doo’. More than that I cannot afford. Having more than two babies now days is NOT A STATUS SYMBOL. It is more of a MADNESS SYMBOL. But with my wife around, I am always prepared to smell madness twenty four seven. Neendh me bhi kuch na kuch calculations karte rahteh hai!

I thought that it was over but ten minutes later she came back with chai in her hand and sat next to me,

“Suno na! Let’s have one more baby!”

“MATEH! What happened to you today?”

“Kuch nahi. Just wanted to have a baby like this one.” She pointed to the picture of the chubby baby smiling back at us. I took the magazine in my hands and stared hard at the baby. Blue eyes, skin very fair, dimpled chin and rosy lips but no teeth within. This baby could tempt any newly married couple to produce children but not me.

“Deviji, yeh model toh foreign ka hai?”

Pagaloo ke sar par horns nahi hoteh bas bhoot savar ho jatah hai. I looked at her and me, again and again. We were two TDHs with jet black eyes and equally black hair.

“How can we produce a baby like this?” I wanted to know. Mere bas ke baat nahi, I was sure.

“That I don’t know. If I want a baby, I want it!” She was fast picking up my children’s habits. Chaheye he chaheye.

“Par aap ki MAAji said that if I wake up and look at this fair baby the first thing in the morning everyday, I can have a baby like it!” She said again. Women sometimes remove their brains from their heads for washing, cleaning and drying. Saas - Bahu ke chakaar me mera Band baaj jayega!

“Janu, lets get practical. There are only three ways we can have a child like this.” She looked at me with moist eyes. I took out a paper and wrote down my options.

1.Adopt a western baby. (Too costly an affair, can’t afford)

2.Sperm or egg donation from foreign species of human beings (Fifty percent chances are that the INDIAN genes will take control. Result would be another black baby with black eyes and black hair)

3.Surrogate mother with both eggs and sperms donated from a bank stocking western varieties. Artificial insemination and IVF would mean patience and efforts from the doctor involved.(Order your baby from the hospital with toppings akka specifications from your side. Choose the sex as you wish. Delivery after nine months and nine days. Kindly add few months for the sperms and ova to get fertilized. This depends on the mobility of the sperms. The sperms which are thawed from freezer are not so fast. Unhe thaand lag rahe hooteh hai. They take warming up time to move around looking for eggs to impregnate them. Not that simple.)

I looked at her and said, “Is any option suitable for you?” None was suitable for me. She looked at me and said “Pagal ho kya?” Phir ek Belan pada.

“Kabhi toh socch kar bolo! What will people say?” She was infuriated.

Sacch hi toh hai! Log kya kahege. Logo ka Kaam hai kahena.

I looked at her. Got to be in her ovulatory phase. Bas kuch deeno ke baat
hai. Soon She will shift into her PMS mode and then I can rest in
peace. Thank God, our government has made a policy. Hum doo and Hamare doo. I had now mugged up the facts about rhythm method. In all those days of danger, it has to be LOC……….line of pillows between her
side and my side…..safety precautions before it is too late. They say
it is all about the temperatures which are rising. The global warming
has its impact as well. During the warming up days, some women get
globally dangerous thoughts. It simply heats up the internal atmosphere
at some homes. So babies or no babies……. Global warming has to be
taken care off!

My wife got up one morning and said,

“I want a baby. Bolo na, Is it okay with you?”

I acted deaf and dumb. We were already ‘Hum Doo and Hamare Doo’. More than that I cannot afford. Having more than two babies now days is NOT A STATUS SYMBOL. It is more of a MADNESS SYMBOL. But with my wife around, I am always prepared to smell madness twenty four seven. Neendh me bhi kuch na kuch calculations karte rahteh hai!

I thought that it was over but ten minutes later she came back with chai in her hand and sat next to me,

“Suno na! Let’s have one more baby!”

“MATEH! What happened to you today?”

“Kuch nahi. Just wanted to have a baby like this one.” She pointed to the picture of the chubby baby smiling back at us. I took the magazine in my hands and stared hard at the baby. Blue eyes, skin very fair, dimpled chin and rosy lips but no teeth within. This baby could tempt any newly married couple to produce children but not me.

“Deviji, yeh model toh foreign ka hai?”

Pagaloo ke sar par horns nahi hoteh bas bhoot savar ho jatah hai. I looked at her and me, again and again. We were two TDHs with jet black eyes and equally black hair.

“How can we produce a baby like this?” I wanted to know. Mere bas ke baat nahi, I was sure.

“That I don’t know. If I want a baby, I want it!” She was fast picking up my children’s habits. Chaheye he chaheye.

“Par aap ki MAAji said that if I wake up and look at this fair baby the first thing in the morning everyday, I can have a baby like it!” She said again. Women sometimes remove their brains from their heads for washing, cleaning and drying. Saas - Bahu ke chakaar me mera Band baaj jayega!

“Janu, lets get practical. There are only three ways we can have a child like this.” She looked at me with moist eyes. I took out a paper and wrote down my options.

1.Adopt a western baby. (Too costly an affair, can’t afford)

2.Sperm or egg donation from foreign species of human beings (Fifty percent chances are that the INDIAN genes will take control. Result would be another black baby with black eyes and black hair)

3.Surrogate mother with both eggs and sperms donated from a bank stocking western varieties. Artificial insemination and IVF would mean patience and efforts from the doctor involved.(Order your baby from the hospital with toppings akka specifications from your side. Choose the sex as you wish. Delivery after nine months and nine days. Kindly add few months for the sperms and ova to get fertilized. This depends on the mobility of the sperms. The sperms which are thawed from freezer are not so fast. Unhe thaand lag rahe hooteh hai. They take warming up time to move around looking for eggs to impregnate them. Not that simple.)

I looked at her and said, “Is any option suitable for you?” None was suitable for me. She looked at me and said “Pagal ho kya?” Phir ek Belan pada.

“Kabhi toh socch kar bolo! What will people say?” She was infuriated.

Sacch hi toh hai! Log kya kahege. Logo ka Kaam hai kahena.

I looked at her. Got to be in her ovulatory phase. Bas kuch deeno ke baat hai. Soon She will shift into her PMS mode and then I can rest in peace. Thank God, our government has made a policy. Hum doo and Hamare doo. I had now mugged up the facts about rhythm method. In all those days of danger, it has to be LOC……….line of pillows between her side and my side…..safety precautions before it is too late. They say it is all about the temperatures which are rising. The global warming has its impact as well. During the warming up days, some women get globally dangerous thoughts. It simply heats up the internal atmosphere at some homes. So babies or no babies……. Global warming has to be taken care off!

She stood at the river bank offering water to the rising sun. Clad in a white saree, she looked like a Sadhavi. But her brown skin and thick curly hairs differentiated her from local Indians. Not far away, with a thread around his bare back and a white loin cloth tied skillfully around his waist, a man prayed too! His head was shaved clean and he had a fairer skin. He stood on one leg as he prayed to the sun.
They both then sat, far away, unaware of each other, watching the rising sun. The sound of ringing bells and Aarti could be heard some distance away. They were in Vrindavan, a small town in North India.

She took the journey back to the temple as the sun rose higher. She was the member of the Hare Rama Hare Krishna temple since last three months. It was a centre which preached about the Krishna and his teachings. She was just an invitee. Today was an important day.

The cult had organized a seminar which invitees from world over came to attend and deliver their beliefs and understanding of Sanatan Dharam. He walked behind her, deep in thoughts. He was here looking for answers of the numerous question that racked his brain. He had arrived just three days back.

They stood next to each other as the Aarti was performed in the huge hall. The painted walls, the smell of roses, the clinking of bells and chant of Vedic verses fascinated them. Their eyes met. The pull, the rise and the fall of emotions and some strange feeling of recognition engulfed them in the strange land. She was the first to ask,

“Where are you from? Been here long?”

“California. Three days only. Came for this world meet.”

“Oh! I am from Sydney. I am here since three months.”

“Are you a follower?

“Not as such. But was introduced to the religion in the college and something fascinated me. Like praying the Sun, the Moon, various elements of nature, the river and worship of animals.”

“I can understand what you mean! It’s the curiosity about the way in which the Indians assimilate the natural environment into their way of life, which had brought me here too.”

“I don’t associate with every thing but there is a strange pull. An unexplained desire to know more.”

“I agree. Something pulls me too to the sun, the moon and the rivers.”

“I sometimes doubt my existence. There are so many questions for which I need answers.”

They acknowledged the fact that they had found instant bonding and an understanding between the two. They remained inseparable for next few days as they searched for answers. That day they met a Preacher who had originally hailed from America. The two of them decided to take his help.

“Hello, we wanted to talk to you about certain questions which remain unanswered.”

“Come sit down. I will try to help you, my children.”

They three of them discussed about life, the religion and its relationship with the nature. He treated them like his children though he was just a few years elder then them. She had developed a strange respect and admiration for him. He called her, his dear child. They discussed the way they shared similar feelings on the nature. “It radiates positive energy here. The serenity of things evokes an emotional response as if we have known this way of life since years.” Three of them agreed. They had a strange bonding.

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Khayam called her parents in Sydney.

“Mom! How are you? How is dad?”

“Fine! When will you come back? How is your stay?”

“Good Mom, I have at least come to control my urges and my thoughts which used to run amok.”

“So, does the religion beckon you?”

“Mom! I am fascinated by the way the Sun and the moon, Animals and trees, the rain, the wind and the clouds are worshiped.”

“When will you come back? We no longer are young!’

“Mom! Come to India. With Dad and everyone. I have found my man. I want to marry in Vedic Indian style. I want to wear the coloured Gold Ornaments for my wedding. I have fallen in love with them”

“Really! We are happy! We will come.. soon very soon.”

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Three of the men were great friends. They were bound by pledge to silence. They were experts in field of DNA and genetics. They had the world’s best equipments at their disposal. Each one headed a different research department. They were the ones who had the access to the DNA of the Lover Mummifies. It was a closely guarded secret.

They made a breakthrough research. Over the period of ten years, these three scientists conducted various experiments. Just as they were about to disclose the the results of their various experiments conducted over the span of a decade, a new law was enforced into the country. Three of them resigned from their jobs and decided to part ways.

“It was an awesome experience being together and working together!”

“Yes! But now we need time to be with our families.”

“Promise to meet again but we must keep our pledge above anything.’

“If anytime we have to disclose it should be three of us together.”

“I can”t believe the stuff that came out of us! Wish we could conduct some more research. But then our families come first.”

Three of them started a new life at different parts of the globe. They lost contact.

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The parents of Khayam and Tutu met in Intercontinental Hotel in Delhi. The recognition was instant. They were the scientist from American. They were friends who knew each other very long ago. They held their hands as they smiled. Khayam and Tutu smiled too. Tutu was the first to speak. He was also called Tom Abraham!

“She is the woman I love! I know it is so fast and we still don’t know each other so well. But it is love at first sight. She is so special to me. She is the one, I knew it the moment I met her!’

“Yes! Dad! I never felt so complete in my life. It about the pull. I want to get married and settle down. It’s so cute!’

“We felt we knew each other since long time. Never felt for a moment that we were strangers from different parts of the world. Hope you can understand!”

The two scientists and their families smiled. That day they called their third friend.

“It is time we meet again. The truth has to be told.”

“Well, let’s meet tomorrow. It’s luck that I am in Delhi
following my preacher son.”

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The three families met once again after many years. The Khayam and Tutu sat close to each other. They held their hands together. They were inseparable. They hugged and they kissed. The American preacher was there too. The three scientists took turns as they talked.

“We are three friends who once worked together in field of DNA and research in genetics. Our fields were different and interlinked”

“Our hard work paid dividends. And one day we came across DNA materials from Egyptian mummies.”

“Those mummies belonging to thousand of centuries ago?“

“Yes! We did experiments under cover and as a result we could bring to life, the cells from these mummies.”

“But before we could tell the world, the law against human cloning and research came into force. Each one of us had a small baby and we decided to leave our jobs. We feared our research would be misunderstood.”

Khayam, Toms and the preacher Mukhamos spoke almost simultaneously,

“So, we knew each other when we were babies?’

“Yes! Khayum and Tutu were born together the same day. While Mukhamos is older.”

“Oh! That is why I always felt that I have to protect them.” Mukhamos spoke too.

Three scientists looked at each other refusing to tell the complete truth. They didn’t want to loose their children. They decided to take the secret to their Graves. Their children were cloned from the cells of the Mummies. Ssshhhh, you don’t leak the secret too!

The Tutu aka Toms was married to his Slave Khayam. Mukhamos did KANYADAN. He insisted to do so. For Honeymoon they went to Egypt. They visited the museum in Cairo and later did Nile Cruise. As they visited the various temples, they held each other close in a loving embrace, when they saw the Lover Mummies and said,

“We belong to this place! Don’t you feel this river Nile is known to us?” A longing for romantic glory from old days of noble love engulfed them.

“Yes! I know now why your ankles are so huge. You have an Egyptian ancestor for sure!” Tom Abraham hugged his bride close. They lived happily ever after in the world where marrying the blood relatives was not a rule. The Egyptian Lover Pharaoh mummies were born again to love, marry and have lots and lots of babies.

The END….Love never dies even if cloned!!!

She had kohl rimmed eyes and she just wore a goodluck amulet around her. She was too poor to wear anything much. As a rule she went around her work naked or wearing a small kilt or lion cloth. She was
his servant and he had fallen in love with her.

He was loaded with necklace, rings, armlets and anklets…for the magical and the spiritual protection, they gave him. His jewelry was decorative and had precious stones. He wore a short linen kilt with a small cloth draped around the shoulder…..the cloth made of fine linen. He was a son of Pharaoh. They both grew up together, one as a master and another as his slave.

The sky was clear. The moon and stars shone bright, illuminating the lovers in embrace. The sand coated skin glistened under the glare of the moonlight. The sand sparked too, celebrating the union of two lovers. One, a young to be pharaoh and another, the daughter of the lowly servant.

“Tutakhumah, your family will not accept me!”

“Don’t care anymore. I am united to you!”

“Are you sure? Is our marriage complete?”

“It is! We have taken our vows!”

“But I am afraid. My birth is not high!”

“Can’t Marry Tutakhmose, my elder sister. She is so dominating”

To them their union was complete.

On the sand dune near by, six soldiers sat holding their arrows arched and pointed. Slowly they inched closer to them. Sand shifted under their feet. An eagle scooped down and lifted the prey from the sand. It was a sand snake. They ignored the omen, too engrossed in the love of
the moment. The soldiers struck them and they bled to death.

“We will meet in next life!” They promised each other with the dying breath. They lay hugged together in the cold desert covered with sand. That day a huge sand storm blew over the desert. World wept the loss of lives in the storm. Their bodies were never discovered.
They believed that the son of Pharaoh got buried under the sand!

He stood at the top of the dune, watching the body of his daughter embracing the Pharaoh in a deadly clasp. His only child, his beautiful daughter was no longer in this world. He wiped his tears and slowly walked over to them. He wanted to separate his daughter but the clasp was lethal. He made up his mind. They have to live on! Their story
will have a new beginning. He lifted them together on his back and slowly dragged them to the cave in the sand mountains nearby. The touch of cold ashen bodies on his naked bod tightened his resolve. When death could not separate them then who could?? They would be born again in the next world!

The father sat on the floor wiping his tears. He knew they would kill his daughter for loving the son of the pharaoh. But her love was beyond his control! He could not save her in time. A servant married to pharaoh could never happen! The man watched the lovers lying naked next
to him.

The man was the embalmer. He knew it was a huge task to hide the smell of putrefied bodies as the process went on! He chose to hide far away in the sand mountains where no one dared to venture. He knew the Royal Family had ordered this prince and his lowly bride to die! The man gestured,

“Will take time.”

“My daughter was married the pharaoh and has to be given the royal burial.”

“Came back the day moon is rimmed. Don’t dare to come in this cave again till then. I will meet you at your home when ever needed.”

He ran a finger over his daughter’s cheek. Tears flowed again and he kissed her hand. His daughter was not alone he knew. The son of Pharaoh was there with her, in life and in death. He chopped the
finger of his right hand. He left it behind, stuffing it in her right hand. His wound would heal but the pain sealed inside his heart was there to stay.

Three months later he buried the lovers in the sand dunes, Mummified. That day he bade his daughter and son in law a final goodbye! He smiled because he knew they would wake up in the next life. The lovers shall never die. His little finger was in his daughter’s hand. It was the only parting gift he gave to his mummified daughter….. He wanted her to
hold his finger through the journey into another life. He did not have much to give. He laid the stone rosette with their names and reason of their death next to them.

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They pulled out the casket. The sand had hardened around it! They slowly cleared the hardened sand. There were cheers all around! A lost world was discovered after months of digging in at the archeological site.

Slowly the scagophus was opened. The archeological group, the diggers and the crew gathered around them.

“What a discovery!”

“Look! Look! This mummy is actually two mummies in one!”

“A male mummy and a female mummy! So well preserved!”

The contents, the jars, the jewelry and the inscriptions were all documented, labeled and dated. They were later handed over to the archeological department for further research. The news of discovery of Lover Mummies near Alexandria was soon published in news papers!

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 The three scientists looked at the MRI
scans and X rays of the mummies.

“Quite intact! Looks like the death was slow…..the way the mummies hold each other. May be they both died together!”

“Look here ..a fracture in the chest and in the head!”

“They died from injury from pointed objects!”

“Looks like they were killed but wonder why?”

“The bodies don’t seem to have been arranged. Looks like that they died in this way.”

The discussed and wrote down their findings. They were not simple men. They were scientists who specialized in the field of mummies.

“Amazing ! there is extra digit place inside the female mummy’s hand” One scientist pointed to the Xray of the hand!

“It is broken!..No !it is different! The length and the width of the bone is different from the females! Look there is calcification!”

“That means this digit has to be of someone else!”

“Lets send some samples to the lab for DNA finger printing and see if they can be related to any of the mummies we found before!”

Three of them slowly tried to remove the finger clasped in the mummy’s hand but were unable to do so. Finally they collected the Samples from the skin, the hair and a piece from that finger and send it for DNA Typing!

The reports came in the DNA of the female mummy resembled that of the DNA from the amputed and Mummified finger. They were related! They were father and the daughter. The heliographers sent their
reports from the stone rosette found along the mummies. The female
was called Khumtomose while the male was Tutakhumah.

“Did the father kill the his daughter and the man? Honour killing??”

“Less likely because they died from multiple wounds. Attacked by more than one man at the same time!”

This discovery was kept a secret from the world. They wanted to be sure before the facts were released in the press!

TO BE CONTINUED….. THIS IS UNEDITED VERSION…..

They argued and they fought a verbal battle. They blamed each other for the problems in the operation theatre. Men of high caliber, men of intelligence and men of capabilities but men possessing extremely fragile egos as well! They fought over the issues that needed urgent attention. Issues related to proper functioning of the operation theatre. Issues which revolved around the patient’s safety! But these three men had their own view point. A view point so rigid that instead of reaching to a solution, they went on bursting their all ready ruptured egos.

A battle of words was at the verge of taking a violent turn when Dr. Dhawan entered the anesthesiologist’s room. Three men looked at him. Dr. Dhawan was a senior visiting surgeon who brought his private patients for operating in the hospital. He was a respected man. He was operating in this hospital since twenty years!

“Is this room meant for people who sulk??….the modern ‘KOP BHAWAN’ !”

Dr. Sirohi smiled and said,
“We have some problems to solve that is why we are here. Arguments are a part of the discussion, Sir!”

“Yes, I agree!” Dr. Dhawan smiled back at them and left the room.

Dr.Sirohi, Dr.Raman and Dr.Sopan stared at each other. Then a new discussion began. They say that intellectuals can discuss about anything in the operation theatre.

“Kop bhawan??? Not a bad idea. Let’s make it our sulking room!”

“The one who is angry should come and sit in this room. The rest would know immediately that something is wrong!”

“And we should cut the power supply to this room so that it has no light and A.C.!”

“The sweating should be in proportion to the catecholamines and serotonin activated by the anger!”

“But I think the coffee dispenser should be available. We can sip the hot coffee and burn our tongues away!”

“And I think the lights should be kept on!”

“Why? Why? Why?”

“Simply because dark room with coffee dispenser and eatables will attract the rats!”

“Ha! ha! ha! Good…But let’s keep the lights off…..the one who sulks can sip coffee, eat biscuits and then catch the rats….Solid time pass! Esp if the waiting period is long as others can be stuck up with sleeping patients!”

“They can then throw the rat on the others as soon as they enter the room. The irate rat will bite and then the revenge will be complete.”

“Simple ..What A Solution!”

Three highly capable and talented men emerged from the room laughing and holding hands! They then went to their respective OR rooms and started anesthetizing the patients.

Dr. Dhawan shifted the intestines from one quadrant of the abdomen to the other trying to search for the Perforation (HOLE) in the Intestinal Loops. He looked at the Abdominal X- ray again. There was gas under the diaphragm. The food in various stages of digestion had spilled out from the intestine and was coating the intestines on the outer surface. He looked at his assistant Dr. Manoj.

“There have to be multiple perforations present!”

A mobile phone rang. It was inside the scrubs of Dr. Manoj! Dr. Dhawan got irritated,

“Someone remove the Mobile from Manoj!”

A nurse quickly removed the mobile phone. He assisted in the operation again. Suddenly he moved and giggled.

“What the hell Manoj! Why are you not concentrating on the patient? It is a difficult case!”

“Sorry Sir! I felt something move in my scrubs!”

“Really???….on your down side?”

Manoj kept quiet. He knew that Dr. Dhawan was struggling to locate the site of perforation. He looked at the abdomen again. With his right hand inside the abdomen Dr. Dhawan seemed to search inside and behind the intestines, his gloves coated with blood. An assisting nurse shrieked too! All the pair of eyes looked at her. She was apologetic!

“Something rubbed my hand!”

“A ghost?” Dr. Dhawan was sarcastic. His looked back at now wide open abdomen. His hands were deep inside. His facial features changed.

“I just felt a mass! It has moved now! Below the Sigmoid Colon!”

The nurses pulled the retractors more just as he pulled out the sigmoid colon along with large intestines and inspected it.

“Here are the perforations! Look at them….multiple! How can these happen? Usually we get one or two perforations!”

“Looks like the handiwork of a rodent!” Dr. Sirohi, the anesthesiologist laughed!

“Ha! I still have to look for the mass I had felt inside the abdomen.” Dr. Dhawan placed his hands back and
started looking back for the Tumor.

“I got it! It is soft and slippery! I think it moves on touching!”

He pulled his hands out. A blood clad Tumour slipped from his right hand and ran on the floor! It was bloody red!

“What was that?? A tumour fitted with skates??? “

“A rat!” The OR boy ran behind it and aimed at it with his boot. The boot hit the target. The rat was shoed! The rat lay dead soaked in its blood and the patient’s blood. They said that the rat died instantaneously due to blood transfusion reaction. The human blood was killing for the rat! Their blood groups did not match!

An emergency meeting was called. All the doctors and the OR staff gathered in the conference room adjacent to the Operation Theatre.
“Thank God! The patient was under general anesthesia! Otherwise It would have been the top story in the newspapers tomorrow!“

The inquiry was started. The events were traced slowly. How did a rat enter the almost secure operation theatre, was the biggest question. The three anesthesiologists looked at each other. They thought their joke was heard by someone and so the prank was played. They kept their mouth shut.

A nurse stood up and said,

“As I was opening the operation set for this patient I felt something slip down. But I saw nothing!”

“When did the instruments arrive to OR?”

“Just a few minutes before the operation. They came from the autoclave room from the basement of the hospital”

Two teams were formed. One searched the operation theatre and other the autoclave room in the basement. The autoclave room was situated next to the Hospital kitchen. As soon as the second team passed near the Kitchen a shriek erupted from inside,

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!”

There were rats of all shapes and sizes in the rice sacks! The rice was delivered just two hours ago!

The mystery still remains as to who made the holes in the patient’s intestines. The autopsy on the dead rat did not show any evidence of  human intestines loaded with food, present in the Rat’s stomach.

Did the rat really chew the man’s intestines or did it chew not? If he chewed it then why did the Rat not eat the intestines?? May be it was afraid of catching the Human flu!

I AM AGAINST STEM SELL RESEARCH! The research leads to temperamental changes, mood changes and behavioral changes. It is the cause of Remain Aloof Syndrome! It is the cause of Depleted Confidence Level. It induces STAMMERING AND SWEATING SYNDROME! It causes Unnecessary Muscle Development. It causes the burning of those vital calories which you want to store. Most people end up considering you and the research …….. THE laughing stock! I want the government to ban it! I want all those store houses, ware houses and banking systems banned where these are stored and processed!

It should be considered illegal and all those people practicing it should be punished. My biggest objection is to the CLONING. The stems are used for Cloning. Newer varieties and shapes and sizes of the clones are available at every nook and corner. I am now afraid of shopping simply because I am sure to encounter a cloned stem somewhere. I don’t mind if they are used for producing good quality food..like paratha, roti n puris! But their use beyond food is objectionable and a heinous act towards MANkind! It is like standing in front of AK-47 pointing at your chest by a female Mujaheddin! Government …… YOU MUST BAN IT! BAN IT!

Aaj Phir Maara re Usne Mujhe! ABHI TAK DUHK RAHA HAI! I hate these Belans and belan wielding auntys including my Biwi! Satyanash ho en Belans ka …which are made from STEMS of trees. I hate all those people who are into STEM BUSINESS and are providing Raw Material for making BELANS. I hate all those people who make the BELANS FROM STEMS, store them and sell them. Yaaro! Mere Biwi bahoot marte hai! Choot LAGTE HAI NA MUJHE! I am always blue and black! I make sure to dump belans in dustbin and even hide them under the bed but she and her two children play Hide and Seek and SOON the belans appear again….THEY KEEP DOING ReSEARCH!! Coz the belans keep cloning……BELAN CLONES are available at every nook and corner! There is no Shield! Whatever I may do to hide them…….they appear again coz thousands of STEMS CLONED into Belans are available in the Market!! She just goes and buys more. She says it is her HOBBY! It’s the female LOBBY! Damn my woman! HELP ME YAARO! I HAVE GOT FED UP OF DOING TOM AND JERRY! I am teary!

MAI ATTA nahi hu! nahi hu! nahi hu! KYO ROOJ ROTI BANATi HAI MERE? MAI ROOTAH HU! Akele Akele! Aur woh hanste hai!

So, I am against Stem Cell cloning research and Deforestation! I am against all those who search the forest, use the stems of trees and make belans and then sell them to Durga Matas…like my Biwi!!! And I will vote only for those NETAS who will promise to ban the USE OF BELANS in their manifestos!!! I refuse to do samjhota with STEMS and with BELANS! Please be KIND towards MAN for THE MANKIND TO PROGRESS!!!! Vote for Ban of Stem, Sell and reSearch!

Shoe Mania (Sunderlal ka Sadma)

SunderLal was a Seedha Sadha Aadmi. One day he drank a glass of Tharrah and after losing his presence of mind…… he fought with his alcoholic friends. Baat itne bhad gayee ki they beat him up with shoes and more shoes! He was SHOED! SHOENDERLAL ko SHOEDMA ho gaya! He was in a state of SHOECK!

 

He went home and SHOELPT that night.That night he tossed and turned….coz of SHOEMARES! In the morning his SON woke him up coz he wanted to do pee.

“Daddy, daddy …soo, soo ayee!”

“SHOE? SHOE??? Kahan? Kahan?” He was still under SHOEDMA!

“Soo, Soo, Daddy! Joor se aaye!” The bladder pressure was immense! He went to the toilet!

Sunderlal got up from bed and looked around for his SHOEN! He was SHOER that he saw him walking to the kitchen. But when he could not find him….. he went to back to bedroom and woke up his wife,

“SHOENOJI! Bhagwan ootoh! SHOENU bed me nahi hai! SHOEKANYA ootoh!”

She woke and asked him to calm down! “Toilet me hai! He will come out! SONU! SONU!…..when you finished..flush the toilet! Don’t leave your stink behind!”

 

SuKanya got up and went to the kitchen! She found the milk missing! A day without morning tea..impossible!

“SUNOJI…can you bring milk from the dairy!”

Sunderlal became mad “What SHOENOJI, SHOENOJI??? Don’t call me that way!”

Sukanya was irritated, “What do I call you then??”

Sunderlal looked at her and said, ” SHOEKANYA! Take my name….And shut up!”

Sukanya answered back, “Last time I took your name ..you beat me with the shoes!”

He left her fuming and she had to call him again, “Sunderlal, SHOENDERLAL can you bring milk from the MOTHER DAIRY?”

He came back, “Don’t take my NAME! Gaav ke gavaar….you don’t know how to pronounce it!”

Sukanya was very upset. She kept quiet. She knew that Sunderlal had been drinking and that might be the cause of his frustration. She wanted to give him some SHOEUR DRINK like Lemon water to remove the Hangover. But can she remove Shoehover from the head of Sunderlal????

 

That afternoon Sukanya made Semolina Kheer (sujji ke kheer). Her husband and son sat next to each other. Her son was delighted. His first spoon and he shouted in joy “So SWEET!”

Sunderlal said “SHOE SWEET??? Is it???”

Sukanya looked at both of them. She didn’t understand what was happening. He tasted it!

Sunderlal looked at her, “SHOEJI ki Kheer is SHOE SHOEWEET! You have put lots of SHOEGAR in it!”

She replied, “Just two table spoons!”

Sunderlal refused to listen, ” SHOET UP! Don’t argue!”

Sukanya looked at him, “Do you want to drink Corn SOUP?”

He was too angry, “SHOEUP? what Shoeup? Can’t you keep quiet?”

That day they fought. They exchanged SHOEBUSES and threw shoes at each other. There was SHOE CATCHING AND SHOE THROWING. Some shoes SHOET by Sunderlal went out of the window to the bushes around. They had missed the target! The bush which was shoed is now called SHOED BUSH! These bushes are becoming popular in INDIA now! Esp among Politicians! The seeds of SHOED BUSH have already been planted EVERYWHERE IN INDIA.

 

Sukanya found that some of her sandals and shoes were damaged or missing in this SHOE FIGHT.

“I want new shoes now!”

“I will not go out of the house!” Sunderlal suffered from SHOEPHOBIA!

Sukanya threatened to commit SHOECIDE! Sunderlal had to agree. They went to the SHOEP. The salesman had a Shrewd look on his face! Sunderlal found this SHOED LOOK on the salesman’s face very irritating!

“Shoes dikhaoo!” He ordered him.

“Kaun se dikhaoo?”

“Latest ones!”

“Now a days CHIDAMVARAM SHOES and ADDVANI SHOES are popular! Do you want to see them?”"No…we want female shoes!” Sunderlal was getting impatient! Shoes of all kinds surrounded him!

“OKAY…… WHY your temperature is SHOETING up? We have these MANMOHAN Shoes….. latest!”

‘WhaT …MANMOHAN SHOES? ..SOUND LIKE MALE SHOES!”

“No….No…. This is because a female is behind every male! HIDDEN….It is not MAN but WOMANMOHAN SHOES! Made in ITALY! The WO is silent when MAN is pronounced and emphasized! BUT actually it is WOMAN power shoes!”

“SHOEKRIYAA! I don’t want anymore shoes!” He wanted to gather all the SHOES and throw at the salesman. Sunderlal got up and left the shop. He knew he was acting insane. The SHOEMANIA was beyond his capabilities to control! Sukanya could never forget this incidence! She had to wear Bathroom slippers for many days since she had no shoes! She slipped so many times because of them! She kept on fighting!

 

When Sunderlal had married his wife, he placed SINDUUR in her head! They now fought with each other and threw all the shoes over each other. It rained SHOES everyday in their home. Not a moment of peace!!!! The gap between their hearts has widened because of the SHOES! Soon they filed for Divorce coz they are now SHOEDUUR! She SHOED a case of Madness against him in the court! He placed a SHOE DETECTER in his home. He now wants everything that enters his home to be X-rayed so that SHOES are not missed….SHOE RAYS! The judge is going to grant them their request! Ever heard of the cobbler stitching back SHOED HEART, BODY, MIND and SOUL(SHOEUL)! Now a days Sunderlal is fighting the SHOES in his SHOEMARES! He wakes up in pools of SHOE SHOE each day bcoz of SHOEDMA! He walks barefoot now a days! He feels he is misunderSHOED by everyone! He even visited SHOECHIATRISTS! They have advised HIM to learn a new defense system called “SHOEKAWANDO” and to wear Diapers for the time being!

 

He wonders who can tie the strings of this SHOE STINKS?? Wonder if someone CAN apply BLACK SHOE POLISH on the SHOE THROWERS face? Will it help???? The answer lies in education and decency. SHOE THROWING AND SHOE GARLANDING should be banned in world where educated people live! SHOENDERLAL has to live all his life with SHOEMARES! He may be treated by ELECTRICSHOECKS in a mental HOSHOEPITAL!

HOW I MET A FEMME FATALE (reposting it coz it didn’t open before)

HOW I MET A FEMME FATALE

Mukul stood at my door with a cup of tea in his hand. I was busy completing my journal. He smiled his wicked smile. We were just batch mates and were exactly at ‘finish what ever you have to say and get lost’ terms. He sipped his tea at a leisurely pace at the door of my hostel room. My blood had started boiling as I waited for him to begin his ’small talk’ before he would finally off load his ‘big talk’. He entered my room
and started peeping into my Journal,

“Kya kar raha hai?” Some people are Mentally and Verbally blind!

“Likh raha hoo!” By now I had kept my brain aside. Two fools can have a decent conversation.

“New Juniors have joined! Did you meet them?” The news was in newspapers since a long time.

“I know! But I didn’t get time!” Why did I have to answer the question? Courtesy? Maybe! Habit? Pata nahi!

“I have two juniors from my state. But none from my town.” He seemed to believe that there is a special quota for his town.

I kept quiet. Bolne ka kya fyada. I will have to wait before he reaches the main issue. He had his own pace decided by temperature of his tea.
Sayam rakhna aavashayak hai!

“Suna hai, tere gaon se ek junior aayee hai!” Mere kaan khadee ho gayee.

“Accha!” This is all I could say as I waited for him to give me more details. He sipped his tea again.

“She is like you! TDH!” He laughed and left me alone to figure out what that meant.

I was the certified TDH of my batch. TALL, DARK and HANDSOME! My female counterpart as TDH had to be ‘TALL, DUSKY and HOT’. But knowing Mukul, I knew that I had to prepare myself for any thing. Raat bhar nahi sooya! For next two days, I was busy with my seminar presentation. All
my batch mates had by now provided me with the same news.

“There is a TDH from your city!”

“What does TDH mean?”

“You find it for yourself!” They laughed. Paata nahi kya chakkar tha!

My batch was the Incharge Batch for these new juniors. I managed to reach the Orientation Camp in Gandhi Ashram where the new arrivals were
introduced to the Gandhian way of life before they could start the actual course. The preparation for Cultural event was on. The track on going was ‘ice
ice baby’. A girl was doing break dance. To my eyes it was break the floor. She was Tall, Daravani and Huge! She had very short hair and
wore thick black glasses. Despite her weight, she danced effortlessely. The rythmn, the steps and the fluidity were just perfect. But I am sure
that the Floor won’t agree! My batchmate Sadhana stood next to me.

“That’s your TDH!” She looked Tagadi, Dangerous
and Huge! A junior arrived and wished us. The music number was over and she was motioned to talk to us. She bent the compulsory angle of 90
degrees to wish us.

With preliminary introductions Sadhana wanted to know her height and weight.

“Kyo, mere liye Ladka Dhund Rahe ho?” She smiled.

“Nahi! We want to find the dress for your dance number.” Sadhana was taken aback.

“I will wear jeans and T-Shirt! Nothing else would fit me!!” She seemed amused. I stood aloof watching the conversation going on.

“Do you need any help?” I asked. She looked at me and smiled. By now she knew that she belonged to my city!

“Take me out of this prison. I feel trapped!”

“What? This is orientation camp!” Sadhana was not amused.

“What is your complaint?” I asked.

For next ten minutes she did the talking and I did the listening. The routine problems of the juniors….. missing home, missing food and
missing mama ka pyaar, were not in her list. She wanted to eat an icecream, wanted to climb a tree and wanted to drive a bike! She wanted to
play football! She was a Tom Boy! She was TBH….Tom Boyish and Huge! Ten minutes later she was ragging me! Himmat toh deekho!

I didn’t get to meet her again during the camp. But I heard that she had rocked the dance floor on the cultural event. Tit bit of news came from
my female batch mates!

“Bahoot muh phat hai!” “Gaali deeteh hai!”
“Roj Roj Jhagada!” “She has difficulty adjusting with her batchmates” “Patah nahi kaun se jungle se aaye hai”.

One evening I went to buy bread and jam from the Chauk! She ran over to me when I stood outside a shop,

“Sir! Sir! I have a request!”

“Bolo”

“I want to drive your bike! Just once please!”

“This is a small place! People are conservative!”

“Please Sir!”

I gave in. She took my bike and disappeared for half an hour. I asked my friend to help me search her. He drove me on the route she had taken. I
met a strange sight. She was racing full throttle! And six to seven bikes were chasing her. She suddenly braked and stopped the bike! When
she saw us, she commented pointing to the smoke emitting from the bikes which glided out of our sight,

“Deekoh! Deekoh! Unke bikes me aag laga de hai maine!”

I became mad! “Are you crazy? Don’t you know how to behave like a girl?”

I didn’t see her for next few months! One day Mukul came and stood at my hostel room door. He did not have his cup nor his wicked smile. He
started his big talk straight away. Woh thoda ghabaraya huha tha…..

“Ooye Patah hai, Tere walli junior ne aaj library me Kamaal kar diya! I asked her for a chair and she just lifted one from her side and passed it
over her head to me without even lifting her eyes off her book! She just used one hand to lift that heavy wooden chair! Pahalvaan hai re!”
My chest swelled with pride and I decided that if I marry anyone, she should be a pahalvaan. Kaam se kaam Mukul jaise logo ko woh sambhal
lege! Mukul ne mujhe tabb se pareshan karna baandh kar diya!

 

Exams came and went! Months passed. It was time for me to leave the college. I went to girl’s hostel to hand her some notes and books. I was ogling at some females at the hostel door as i waited for her to come. A female with long black hairs, kajal lined eyes and lean body walked
straight over to me. Mai daar gaya! Aaj Maar padeege mujhe! The Femme fatale was
walking towards me! Baap re baap…….I wanted to run. I turned to go but then I heard her voice ” Sir!”. I looked around for her but she was nowhere visible. Huge doesn’t disappear in thin air!

This Miss Femme Fatale turned out to be that TDH from my city. I was shocked! That day was the day my brain had somersaulted n heart had
skidded and by the time they reverted to their normal state, I was married to her. Woh Mujhe Court Me Bhaga le gayye….. Hum Bhage bhi
toh 2kms! Court was so near. Later we went together to my home and had a second
marriage called ‘Vedic Marriage’ . Bahoot chakkar lagayee Agni ke….Abhi tak Paseena Choot Raha hai! What an exercise!

One day my Dad took me to one side and said,

” Beta ghar ki baat ghar me rahne chahiye!” I promised to practice it! Mai ne us baat ki Gaath
Bandh li! We returned home and started a supposedly happy married life.

One Day we fought! She raised her voice but I kept my volume down. She cried …. rooee, chilaeee! She kicked and boxed. I maintained my calm. My Dad’s words kept ringing in my ears. Two minutes later I saw my Ghar ki Baat, running away to the world outside, on a bike! Bhai logo! Mera deemag kharab ho gaya. But this happened two three times again…Ghar ki Baat , bike par ho savar, used to run away from my home to the world around. I scratched my head and an idea
struck . I SOLD MY BIKE. Now the ghar ki baat walks away only to the neighboring area when she becomes mad. I run and catch it before it
goes too far.

Right now I am acting as a Lion writing this
piece but in front of her I become a Mouse. She has now reverted back to her TDH frame…..The layers of make up gets washed during the
night…the original TDH version of the only once Femme fatale kills me every day! This TDH fatale has changed my fate! She applies FEM Bleach
each month and reminds ME of My Daravana FATE! (Fem me Fate tale) And she is an expert in using her Belans off and on! My children are taking after her. Kaam se kaam my son won’t become JOORU ka gulaam while my daughter
will find one!

 

This is my tail on trail of (FEM n ME n FATE TALE)!!!! FATAL FAT TALE!

WRITING THE COMMENTS TOO! CANT MISS THEM

Preethi Nair said… 10:46 PM | 6/May/09 | | I tell you Rajesh Ji, I will get beatings some day for my laughter…. And this time my colleagues also…. You know one of my female colleague was fuming on her boss… I saw her and told her to read your post… She read it and forgot the whole incident. Her anger vanished…….. And we three had a cheerful day… The whole day we were discussing your post…. Well one of them said that how could anyone write something like this about his wife… But dont worry I managed the situation for you….
savis joy said… 3:11 PM | 6/May/09 | | wowow this is cool! I am falling in love with your writing !!!! really great enjoyed it thoroughly!
asha said… 11:50 AM | 5/May/09 | | ha..ha..he.he……………kitni manoranjak kahni hai aap ki……………hans-hans kar bura haal hai……………………..aap ke sath meri poori sahanubhuti hai……………….just kidding……………..nice blog.pata hai 4 baar koshishi ki …tab ja kar padh pai……………
Buddha said… 11:15 AM | 5/May/09 | | wohooooo, what a tale, hahaha, i had a hearty laugh, Enjoyed your ghar ki baat. :))
anvesh khansali said… 9:38 AM | 5/May/09 | | HA HA HA HE HE HE….VERY INTERESTING & HUMOUROUS….I LIKE UR WAY OF WRITING RAJESH JI…….NICE BLOG…..
KB said… 6:33 AM | 5/May/09 | | yoooo hoooo whoa whoa! maza aa gaya! TDP any chance (toote daantonwala pati?) I liked your tail at the end of femme fatale- and I regret…. I guess yeh ander ki baat hai! Ab rona kis baat par? Femme Fatale or Fate par Tale!!!