I risksawed to the hungarian embassy today from green park. Though i was an hour late still could catch 40 mins of great jazz. The band was called ‘Cornelio Tutu’. The drummer was especially great. Once or twice i have to get out like this. Otherwise it becomes the same old monotone.
Some of his tricks,” stammered ben, trying to seem innocent.he was for his little mistress. toto did not really care whether hethe little books were full of help and comfort, and as they dressed,words unless you are quite sure you know what they mean,” said mr. and taking his review, he went away to look over a learned pocket. “i want you to read that, please, and tell me if it is legal she enjoys it, and i mean to teach her how to manage her nerves.
“i must, or you won’t have any supper; and that sortagreeable through thick and thin, and when it is perfectly evidentopposite was aunt march – a legacy to amy – in an imposing turban,house, for banners of every shape and size, color and design, flewto see him down here, please. don’t let any one hear.” will think they have done something very clever in running away,” said and is going blindly as i went, because no one tells her what she must ones. jack’s mean sometimes, and i told him i’d dig for myself if he didn’t .
Can you guess what the above two paragraphs are about? I could’nt. It was part of a spam mail I got. Question is who could write such stuff? Is it a copy paste job? Is it the work of some script which trolls and gets text, pasting them together. Anyway it’s like a modern art piece of writing.
So i was coming home from office today, using the service of the great dilli ki bus service. I was at the very front standing near the driver and helpers. The helpers were discussing one of their enemies, bus number 505, and it’s crew. ‘bhenchod aaj toh laga di hai unki, sabse aagey hain…abhi tak 513 bhi nahi nikli hai….bhen$%^& ……………….bhen%@#$…” They were really excited as there was a great distance between them and the other bus in front of them, so they had lot of passengers. They were also very loud. Hearing all the filth floating around a 40ish old man came in front towards them, and began thrashing them. “kya bhen@#$# bhhenc@## laga rakhi hai ..yahan ladies bhi baithi hain….tumhari nahi hai toh kya hua kisi aur ki toh behene betiyaan baithi hain yahan.” The helpers were totally silenced in a moment. Glancing at each other with an embarassed look, they stood silent.
But he was still angry, and began chating with a fellow passenger,” ye log itni galiyaan dete hain ..ki…inki nahi hai toh kya hua………koi kuchh bolta nahi hai isi liye….koi banda mil jaye khatrnaak toh gaand faad de inki.”
Hearing this the driver smiled, “bilkul sahi kaha sarkaar, bilkul sahi,,..gand faad deni chahiye inki toh. achha suniye ek kahani. Ek gaon mein ek bacha roz apne ghar se gud chura kar khata thaa. Uski maa usey samjha samjha kar thak gayi thi. Ek din vo usey mandir ke pujari ke paas gayi. boli panditji, isey thodi samjhayi deejiye, ye mua roz gud chura kar khha jaata hai. Panditji bole, agle hafte isey lekar aana mein samjha doonga. Agle hafte aane pe pujari ne usey samjha diya. Maa ne poocha ki panditji pichle hafte kyon aapne hume vaapas bhhej diya. panditji bole, pichle hafte tak mein bhi gud chura kar khaata thha.”
I began laughing. He was totally speechless for a second. Then he said,”aapne toh mujhe ekdum chup karva diye.”