“How was the movie ‘Delhi Belly’?” Mr. ‘H’ asked me while returning home.
“My ears are paining as I have to close them repeatedly with my fingers.” I said with a little wink. “It seemed you enjoyed it very much. You were laughing non stop.”
“Falling of ceiling is the best scene in the movie.”
“The quilt scenes were awesome. Not to be missed.” He winked. “F***! F***!! F***!!!” He screamed on seeing cream color paint strains on his Breeze Blue car which he parked near my house as we decided to go on our feet to the theater. “Two hours only in two hours………?” He wanted to utter all those sweet words which he had heard in the movie but controlled himself. In disgust, he looked up; a painter was painting the balcony on second floor.
“Can’t you see that there is a car parked below?” Mr. ‘H’ shouted on the painter.
“I am a painter not a watchman.” The painter replied as if nothing has happened.
“You have spoiled my newly brand car. I haven’t received its registration number. It is so new that it bears the temporary number.” Mr. ‘H’ was trying to prove him that he made a big mistake. His reluctance to listen irritated Mr. ‘H’. His angry face became weirder and he said “I will complaint against you to the higher authorities.”
“Go ahead. They will charge you Rs. 5000 for not parking your car in basement parking area. This is the area where owners park his car at his own risk. And anything can happen here. ANYTHING!”
“At least you should have told me earlier I would have removed my car from there.”
“Sorry, Sirji! Nothing can be done now!” He grinned and showed his all possible tainted teeth to us.
Mr. ‘H’ will go up and give that painter a hard blow that even the dentist will not be able to replace his teeth back or Mr. ‘H’ will ask me for some kerosene oil and a cotton rug and will put his five hours of labour to clean up that mess?
Sunday, July 3, 2011
After effects of Delhi Belly
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I empathize with Mr H..ReplyDelete
Me too, I would be choked at the painter. ahhhh.ReplyDelete
Achach ... he could ask for some additional colour ...ReplyDelete
Filth is not the last wordReplyDelete
Mr.H gave up his idea of complaining. This means, he was ready to take it as his fault, at least partially.ReplyDelete
Otherwise, he was not even telling the painter that he should have told before painting to change the car's place. Moreover, to a guy like Mr.H, buying a new car and also paying heavy penalty for a small mistake doesn't seem witty!
Kerosene is his saviour now.
I hope he has gotten off the stains now, eh??
Is it real?
@ All : Thanks a lot! :)ReplyDelete