Fingering the issue...

Heres another SMS conversation thats worth mention.

Another almost normal day was passing by while I made a few last ditch desperate attempts at studying and trying to salvage of what ever was left of that day...
At that very moment breaking news flashed across all TV channels... (Yes, one might ask what I was doing watching TV when I trying to study...) Bomb blasts in Hyderabad. Somehow ,more than being appalled by the loss of life and the whole stupidity of whatever terrorist organization that would willingly come forward to claim responsibility for the issue....the voice at the back of my head said, "here we go again". I decided to break the news to all my friends who were all..I'm very sure busy studying...of course other than a few people on the train on their way back from Schumi's marriage. Am happy that Hutch did not decide to charge Re.1 per SMS that day saying that it was a national tragedy...Messages flowed back and forth...some expressing contempt..some anguish...some sorrow...some surprise and few echoing my own thought, "bomb blasts AGAIN??"
...In the midst of all this came an unexpectedly humorous moment with Krishnan.
For all those who are wondering who's this Krishnan dude...He is the co-founder of the famed and much acclaimed Dept. of Femurology, where I bide time as a professor, with the likes of Dr. Mujahid ...Dr. Krishnan along with Dr. Mujahid are the brains behind the phenomenal mad-ad team also called the FEMUR team.

Ok..now moving on...heres the transcript of the SMS's:

Me: Hey bomb blasts in Hyderabad...check the news NOW!

Kris: Just saw it dude...sad! We need to put an end to this terrorism!

Me: Dude, maybe we can make a mad-ad on this issue. Humor has no boundaries.

Kris: Dude...like the Lashkar-e-toiba is gonna understand language...

Me: Hmmm...yeah...but dude..thats what sign language is for... Besides, who doesn't understand the finger... They obviously cant bomb the finger as a part of their campaign against non-believing infidels!!

Kris: Yeah dude...no race, no religion, everyones got one...uh...two... Dude we have been raising the finger for all pointless reasons...Lets now join fingers and raise it for a cause...(I mean the masses...not the usual cause!)

Me: Haha...yeah maga...one small finger for man...is a giant cause OF mankind!!

My heartfelt condolences for all those who lost their lives in this tragic incident. This post here means no disrespect. Everytime we fall we need to rise...just like the Phoenix... Humour in the issue is only a way that we can look forward with hope rather than look back in sorrow.

Cheers

Of free speech..

I got a SMS recently that said:

"In a country of free speech...why are there phone bills?!!" (Gizmo thanx maga!)

Out of impulse and knowing that it wasn't free....I forwarded the same to friends in my phone list...I dint expect people to reply...amazingly they did...here are a few pearls of wisdom from replies to this forward:

Sadass said: Phone companies are not Indian bob!

Shilpz said: To keep you and me apart!

BP said: To make sure I talk less...

Here's d best one from them all....

The Rogue said: ...because there is an entity called phone sex...and in our country we have entertainment tax!!

You're right bob...whoever said "no country ever taxed itself to prosperity" would surely be squirming in his grave!!

What would you say????

Cheers


P.S. more SMS conversation coming up soon...stay tuned!!

Random nonsense!

A Scottish old timer in Scotland, in a bar, talking to a young man.

The Old Man says, "Lad, look out there to the field. Do ya see that fence? Look how well it's built. I built that fence stone by stone with me own two hands. I piled it for months."

"But do they call me McGreggor-the-Fence-Builder? Nooo..."

Then the old man gestured at the bar. "Look here at the bar. Do ya see how smooth and just it is? I planed that surface down by me own achin' back. I carved that wood with me own hard labour, for eight days."

"But do they call me McGreggor-the-Bar-builder? Nooo..."

Then the old man points out the window. "Eh, Laddy, look out to sea...Do ya see that pier that stretches out as far as the eye can see? I built that pier with the sweat off me back. I nailed it board by board."

"But do they call me McGreggor-the-Pier-Builder? Nooo..."

Then the old man looks around nervously, trying to make sure no one is paying attention.

"But ya screw one goat.........."