SMS joke

Got this joke from a friend via a SMS.

Laughed a lot and could not resist sharing.

A guy sent his Engineering entrance exam rank to his friend via an SMS.
He received a reply back - "Hey, when did you get this new Airtel mobile number?"

Isn't this heights of insult?

Probably this is my shortest blog.

How do you spell ....?

the kid was waiting for the public bus to reach home. it was another boring day at school. he did not like the first few days of his 5th class. he was missing his 4th class friends. thanks to school's "rotation policy". he longed for the bus journey and meet his "foot-board friends". an old man was 2 steps behind him in an otherwise empty bus stand. old man came forward, tapped the shoulder of the kid. the tap was so gentle that the kid thought that it the bird flying above used his shoulders as the loo. kid hesitantly looked up and across the shoulder. kid was surprised that the shoulder was still clean and even more surprised to see a pleasant smile from the old man. after mutual smiles, the old man asked about school and studies. without much interest kid answered all questions. adding to the kid's frustration was the bus which did not turn up. the old man commanded respect by his pleasant looks and soft talk, so the kid could not be rude. suddenly the old man asked the kid "how do you spell 'wud'?". the kid already had told that old man that he is in class 5 and for a 5th class guy this question was lolly-pop. kid said "w-o-u-l-d", holding his chest high in pride. the old man laughed and asked the kid why not "w-o-o-d". stumped, bowled or whatever. the kid had no place to hide but argued foolishly. finally the bus arrived and kid was separated from the agony of insult and the old man.

the kid was me.

i have asked the same question since then to more than 10-15 people across ages. none have asked me "which wud?" and none have told me the answer as "w-o-u-l-d". everybody says "w-o-o-d". 

wonder why did i answer "w-o-u-l-d"?

try it on people around you including kids.

     

On the road (of life)

Nursery days - A basket with a book, pencil box & the snack box. Mom holding it in one hand and holding me in the other. Pulling me along. I was probably wondering "Why should amma pull me? why cant amma let me practice ABCD as I try to read the shop names". 15 mins walk.

School days - Carry heavy books in a bag. Hanging on 2 shoulders like rug sack bag. Walk till bus stop, while kicking the stones on the road. Sit in the bus(I was boarding at the starting point). The seat before the back door was preferred. 2 reasons for this. One, Learn the foot board lessons quickly. Two, help the footboarders by keeping their bags. 40 mins bus.

Pre-University days - Bag in the bicycle carrier. Style in heart. Bicycle with the friends group. Occasional impromtu races added to the thrill. 1hr of cycling with breaks at friends homes.

Graduate days - 2 to 4 books in one hand and a couple of slices of bread (breakfast) in the other. a pen in pocket. Run to the class in the morning. Walk back to hostel leisurely when the class is over. Rarely doubles in cycle. Then either you are holding 8 books or you are pedaling. 5 to 10 mins walk\run.

Early Working days - ID card in pocket. Helmet on head. Zoom. 15 mins drive to office.

Working days continued - 4+ kg bag - with laptop and some junk on the shoulders. A book in the arm. Early morning jog\walk to the bus-stop. Bak Bak when in mood. Or play cards. Or read books. 2 hours of travel.

Nostalgic Feelings -

• Nobody would ever hold my hand and pull me through.
• Miss the foot board adventures (as a friend puts it - There was a brotherhood among foot-board travelers).
• The most enjoyable travel was during PU days. Cycling in the roads of old Bangalore...How I miss it.
• Miss the gossip and breakfast on the run during graduate days.
• Miss the speed to reach office during my early working days.
• Now enjoy the chatting and playing during the travel.

When this stops...Something more interesting would come in the road of life...