My Life...My stories

Note: Some facts are hard to believe. So I’ll better call the below story a fiction. I was about to sleep after the long night shift, when I got a call from my office admin department. “Sir, I was told to book tickets for you as you are going to Chennai this Sunday. Will an AC class ticket in train be alright? “ Being a ‘kanjoos’, I have never traveled in an AC class compartment. So for me it was like sweet melody to my ears. But without showing any excitement I replied back: “If this is the best you can get, go ahead “. “Okay Sir, I’ll let you know once I book the tickets”, replied back the admin and cut the call. I felt proud to work for my company. I started to sleep. I still don’t remember how the lovely A/C Train journey dream started, but it ended when my phone rang again. “Sorry sir we do not have any A/C tickets available for the day. Will a sleeper class ticket be alright? “, said my admin friend. I was more than happy to travel in sleeper class. But without showing it out ...

Thank you for your great feedbacks last time. I am expecting lot more feedbacks this time but only in form of comments. Attention: The below story is just a work of fiction and the characters mentioned below are not the one you think they are. "THIS IS A PIGS HUT .." shouted the great grizzly bear. How dare he call our room a pigs hut ? Any ways I have not seen a pigs hut till date. So when my friend Mr Glen Paul Gonsalvas said these words I started wondering. Why? Why pigs hut? He could have at least called it a pig's apartment. It is anyways bigger than a hut. Might be the socks hanging on the window smells like a pig. Anyways I was in no mood to leave him without an explanation. “How dare you call this a pigs hut?” I shouted back. “How better can I describe this house? Open your eyes and look around man “, replied Glen. As if my eyes were closed till date. “Leave it, I don’t have time for your crap”, telling this I went to sleep. For some reason his words echoed insid...

Warning!! The content of this web page is not censored by any censoring board. Continue only if your age is greater than 2 years and 3 months. That day sun rose at 6:30 AM. The cock at the neighborhood woke up only at 8:00 O’clock and started blowing its whistle. In this 21’st centaury even cocks wake up late, so why blame me. As usual, I woke up along with that stupid cock who never whistles on time. It was a Saturday and I was already late to the office. I spend the next ten minutes thinking of a good reason not to go to the office. For some reason, may be because it is winter, my brain was not innovative and I was not getting any good reason to take a leave. At last I reached office by around 9:30 AM. Thank God I am just half an hour late. As usual, I missed my breakfast. Now my next task is to somehow login to my computer without the team leader noticing me. Because my 6 feet 85 KG of flesh is something which is hard to hide my Team leader caught me red-handed. He was looking...

The “men in blue “is out of the most celebrated cricket tournament and it’s been a boom to the critics all over India. Someone said : “ Indian Govt have invested 2 crore rupees just for the safety of India team in the Caribbean subcontinent “. Now honorable Prime Minister Manmohan Singh have to release at least 4 crore rupees more from the crisis management fund just for the safety of the finest of the Indian players in their home town!!! . Chappel is no were to be seen… might be he is haunted with Bob Woolmers final destiny. So what are the rest of the hundred and nine crore ninety nine lakh ninety nine thousand nine hundred eighty Indians doing??? (Assuming Indian population as 110 Crore ) Criticizing …. Yes criticizing .. anyone can be a critic. I feel it is one of the most easiest thing one can become . Agreed cricket being the only game Indians dominate…. Umm ..did we really dominate ??? Expect for the 1983 which we tell every now and then. Two great things happened in 1983. O...