Press 1 for WIVES

North Indians believe that the blessing of transgenders come true.

           Yesterday I saw them near tollgate. One person was like a model and I was overawed. If 'Wishing well' had been nearby, I would have thrown a dime and wished!? Then she came towards me in a zigzag walk "tap" "tap"ed near my face twice and said "Give me 10 rupees Sir" in a salt paper voice.  Luckily wishing well was not there. Otherwise next time when you cross that tollgate, you would have seen me tap, tapping. I gave her money like a 3G spectrum accused and talked to her politely as I always talk before spotting the hidden gold in the passenger.  When I told her that I am the overall in charge of the International Airport, Chennai, She was overawed. She shared her problem and I poured my problem (Night Crawlers part I and II). She told me that I was the most important person and I couldn't help remembering my Boss who always tells me the same till end of the shift. She mocked me to marry her.  I assured him/her that I will be back if I am ever kicked out by my wife which may not be far away seeing the way I express here. When we departed with tearful eyes and heavy heart, she blessed me as
" Have a happy long life with WIVES and children". 

WIVES?!

         I am confused now. Because did she actually bless me or curse me by wishing "WIVES"?

          I can go on a 'marrying spree' and honour the belief of north Indians or I can act against her noble (!) wish by not marrying and break the myth of north Indians thereby causing havoc in their hearts. I am at the crucial stage of my life to go with or against millions of people!

             Supposing that their wishes always come true...

            Dragging the life with one wife or husband itself is a lifetime achievement for anyone. In this context, how can I live with multiple wives happily that too a long life or will the life look to be long if I marry exponentially? Wife is the centre/epicentre of any house as she always stands on her husband, the brick, all the time.

          Is there any guidance book from Rapidex like "How to live happily with multiplying  wives"? Or   Can any experienced man "cast the first stone?" 

Is there a "Pariharam" i.e remedy for averting this impending disaster ?

         If it's true? 

           Then how many does the plural term of "wives" actually denote? Two or more?  Will I be blessed with 350 wives like Dasaratha or Sixteen  thousand wives  like Krishna?    With  16,500 wives  I will  be  like "Owners Pride, Neighbour's Envy". 

         Shall I give ad like "Wives needed. Colour, height, weight no bar.  Married, Divorcee, single, double no problem.  Indian, African, Martian no issues.  Bridegroom works in the International airport for the last 6 months. At what time he works and at what time he sleeps is not yet clear. Earns handful and talks mouthful.

         Should I have to lease a building like Airport for residence or live under a shamiana?  Should I pay house tax or corporation tax? 

         16,500 ladies under one roof.  Won't rest of the Tamil Nadu go deaf?   Will anyone  ever invite me "with family" to their function? There won't be any family photo in my life only family movie.

       In the brighter side, I can have my own cricket teams, Wife Wars and family marathon with my offspring. My family will become the new taluk under Tamil Nadu State and I will be the independent MLA as well and fight for "We Two, Ours Nil" Plan like every politician does. I will take one cylinder per wife and surrender the remaining wives I mean cylinders. Can you find six differences between these two?

       I thought for long, convinced myself and took the bold step to marry for the sake of helping 16,500 girls.  Suddenly the thought of 16500 MOTHERS IN LAW  doomed on me.

        Now I have sworn to live with my One and Only Wife Full Stop

KOLKATA THROUGH THE EYES OF A TAMILIAN..

This was written when I was in Kolkata Customs.

1.    Names are easy to remember (!) here. Half the persons are Bose/Das and  the remaining are Banerjee/Chatterjee.

2.    Foot path is for hawkers. If possible, you can walk also. 2 lakh people are boarding and lodging in the foot paths. No rent, no power, no free space and no hygiene. If you dare to ask them what is hygiene, they will tell it as a new brand of jeans.

3.    Buildings are as old as Santa Claus. Seriously if an earth quake epicenters in Kolkata, half the city will be wiped out in seconds. I am planning to move to foot path.

4.   All trees are occupied by Chai wala or Kali madha. Here tea is served in mud pots. When I asked a chai wala about it, he explained me for five minutes why it is hygiene and how it will not burn my fingers. He was right. I burnt my lips.

5.   State hobby is spitting. They spit, Spit and SPIT. You must wear a rain coat while crossing buses. If fine for spitting is implemented,  Mamta Ma'm can give loan to Centre.

6.   Offices start as early as 12 pm. Some people come early at 11.55 am. Besides talking about foot ball and politics, if possible, they work also. In between 4 tea breaks and 3 snack breaks are the order. Each office has 3 to 4 unions and elections are conducted every year for 11 months.

7.     People eat sweets for food. If you know to make rasagulla and jilabi, come here. you can make a killing.

8.     As the British forgot to take the Tram, its is still running on the roads without passengers.

9.    When people gets bored, they hold a festival. I am seeing 10th pooja in my 5 months stay. Some one is always sitting on the trees to tie and untie the speakers.

10.   'Mangal Sutra", the instrument in which the south film industry hangs on, is not found here. I enquired one of my bengali friend. From that day he is not talking. Curiosity killed a friendship.

11.   Jasmine and Kanahambaram are not seen in this part of the earth. No lady seems to wear any flower. For that sake, they don't tie the hair even.

12.   People talk, talk and talk. I wonder how they remain without talking for one and half years after birth!   In talking, My friends here can beat women with hands down.

13.   They talk so loud, I am getting echo now a days. Once I told my boss not to tell me twice.

14.    Last week, When my colleagues were discussing some secret matter slowly, I attended a phone call from my wife. My wife immediately asked me "What are you doing in the railway station?"

15.   Roads are always crowded. Every one on the road runs literally. If you have to ask for direction, you have to jog alongwith them. I don't know why they could not produce good athletes.

16.   People's G.K is very good. When I asked for direction to East, twice they sent me towards west. As they are aware that the earth is round, They were sure that I will reach east invariably.

17.   They are very proud people. When they collide with you on the road on step on you in the bus, they will never tell sorry. They feel it is their fundamental right.

18.   My working area Kidderpur is famous for pick pockets.   If I happen to touch hands with others, I count and check my fingers.

19.   Any how Kolkata changed my selfish nature. Earlier I wanted to work in Tamil Nadu alone. Now I am ready to work any where other than Kolkata!

Bus Yatra in Kolkata

               There are many adventurous activities. I want the World Sports body to recognize ‘bus travel in Kolkata’ as one such activity where there isn’t any paucity for thrill, grill and drill. You have to cling on to your dear life till the end.

               Overcrowded or jam-packed is an understatement. Friends, you can help me here with an apt word. The word must pack enough pain similar to being crushed by an elephant or grinded by wife! Bachelors will never know.  The buses come so crowded and it will be hardly visible. People will be sticking to it like in Fevicol add. Buses will stop anywhere and everywhere except bus stop. Even if you stifle a yawn with outstretched hands, the bus will stop. But still it won’t be possible to reach the bus as two wheelers and autos cross it on both sides. You have to shout at the conductor like Hindi film heroine who is kidnapped. When the bus stops, some people are ejected and you can see the new found freedom in their faces. An half an hour journey exhausts 750 calories which is equal to 1 hour work out in gym or washing of a week’s family clothes by married men on Sundays. If you board the bus with apple, you will get down with apple juice, without any added preservatives, of course. If you carry coconut, you will get down with coconut oil. If you carry a baby, now don’t imagine things. You won’t get baby oil. Daily I travel a few kms hanging on the bus on some one’s foot or shoulder till I reach the first step. And then I will be sucked inside the crusher.

             You don't have to worry about climbing the bus steps. You will be transported in escalator style. If you land in dark place, then you are in the ladies side, with all that free flowing hair. You have to comb through them as they hate to control the hair. If it is red, then you are in men's side, with all that paan and black teeth, some people can kill the snakes with single bite. Poor dentists. While ladies compete with each other in eating, men are busy competing in spitting like titanic couple. Actually we must get patent for spitting. I never sit near the window as my seat sharer will eventually spit across my face. I graciously spare the window seats. For that matter I never get seats as the bus owner seems to be hiring people to prevent me from sitting in the bus.

             When we ache for air inside the bus like fish out of water, the conductors always shout "Andhar kaali hey". They must be meaning our heads, for travelling in their buses. With all that sweat, congestion and smell, bofar's gas will fall on its knees and beg not to pollute it. But we are gas proof.  Tickets are printed on papers taken from shredding machines. Re-recycling, you see.

               Buses move at snail pace. You can occasionally drop down for a cup of tea and catch the bus again. Drivers ply the buses like auto, with lots of jerks and rapid turns missing other buses by millimeters. He is the chief trainer who helps to build our muscles by compelling us to hold on. The side effect is we always bulge at the wrong places.

               Buses are like chariots. Half of them wooden. With so much daily load, they still move. Now you believe in God, Don't you?

                 I learnt of some conductor vacancies. If  you want after this, forward your resume to me. After all what friends are for!

A Day in Saloon

              Saloon is the a place where a man learns to know the meaning of Patience. It trains a bachelor to become a patient husband and a patient husband to become a saint. 

             Yesterday I went to my regular Saloon for a simple haircut. I had to wait for my favourite hair stylist who was busy over the head of another customer.  As I was next, I opted for completion of the rituals on his head. The person was weighing around a century and resembled a bear. I started to browse from the day's newspaper and continued upto 15 days backwards. Shaving followed the haircut. When I thought of occupying the chair at the finish, my nemesis opted for head massage. I started to bite my nails and just continued to stare at him. I was scolding him in my mind with a lot of ****

          The hairstylist poured oil and started to hit, tap, knock and roll his hand. In spite of my simmering, I couldn't control my smile by seeing his face. His face was contracting and twisting and visibly was lost in seventh heaven. At last when the beautification came to the illogical end, I could only laugh when he opted for facial. He discussed facial creams elaborately with the stylist and settled for fruit cream therapy. Was he going to eat? I got frustrated and asked him directly if he had anything else in his mind. Now welding and polishing his face went on. As it is no use of leaving after wasting one hour, I continued to watch the work.  Another two, three sittings like this, I shall be qualified to join the saloon as a stylist! When the cream was removed I was hoping to see a hollywood actor. Alas! The same hippopotamus emerged amongst the cream and trampled past me with a smile as if to receive the "Miss Universe" award. I could only curse that his wife and family fail to recognise him entirely and disown him for the rest of his life.  

Doubt Corner

When Indians complete air travel, Why do they never remove the baggage destination tag till reaching their remote hometown? Do they ever remove it or always carry them around till it wears off?

Why do we celebrate the Indians who achieved some thing big in a foreign country, when they had already left Madame India, obtained foreign citizenship and settled elsewhere? Our press finds out that their father’s 2nd grandmother was Indian.

If plucking a white hair from the head produces more white hairs, Will plucking a black hair prop up more black hair?

The Impending fall of low hip pants is more dangerous to the wearing men or watching women?

No. of women in a house is directly proportional to the amount of hair in the comb. Still men have to clean it.

Invariably 'Lawyers', 'Police' stickers are pasted in their vehicles, is it to show the power?!

Does anyone who thinks "Time is gold" feel  free to exchange the gold with my time? 

Husband Tips...

How to remember your wife's birthday, anniversary and other important dates.

Five easy steps to be a successful husband 😜

1.   Branded showrooms and big shops are asking to fill our anniversary dates and spouse's birthdates.      Write one day prior to the actual dates. 
     Nowadays they are reminding us by sending wishes and we won't miss an occasion.

2.  Use social sites like fb, way2sms to remind the dates. You can set future smss alongwith time here.

3.  Sit one day and store all these evil dates in your cellphone to keep a reminder.

4.  Bribe your children to remind the dates diplomatically like "If You can remember and tell me one day before mother's birthday then I will gift you a brand new watch" (whatever).  Our life is more precious than the cost of watch.

5.  If nothing works, then forget your wife's birthday once. Then you will never forget it again in your life time.

(Issued in husbands interest)

TUMMY TROUBLE

This Blog was written in facebook when I was in Kolkata Customs...

What did I learn after spending so many months in Kolkata?

IS IT....

There are more fish varieties in Bengal markets than in Bay of Bengal?

SC Bose alone got us freedom?

Ganguly is the only cricketer during his era and sachin, dravid used to be water carriers then?

Bengal is the sweet capital of India?

No..  I learnt in how many ways my stomach can be infected!!?

          My stomach has been inhibited by variety of viruses and bacterias and they live in colonies. Now they have started their unions as well. My stomach problems continue like Hanuman's tail. For the last week or so, It again adopted the strike culture of Bengal and refused to work like Govt employees. The strike was followed by slogans and sounds. Heavy riot followed. I can't digest this any more!

              Advices started to pour in from all ten directions?!! Top and bottom directions included. Eat banana, bread, drink black tea, do regular exercise, do yoga and take homeopathy medicines. I liked the first 3 only as it involved eating. My family doctor gave me a list of medicines. When I asked him "Is it before or after the meals? He scornfully looked at me and said "for meals".

             Well nowadays I purchase medicines like groceries. Some pharmacists treat me like their new competitor who is going to open a shop, some give me royal treatment. They give me 'festival offer', special discounts and compliments. Nowadays whenever a new medicine comes including gynaecology tablets, they inform me.

               I could withstand all 'pressures' except seeing my peers slurping 3 course meals with 4 course non-veg items. In Haldia we have our mess and they serve non-veg, 3 times a day. Daily we eat a fish variety excluding blue whale and penguin. Haldia market is small one. So we don't get them here. Ever since I told my friends that I should not take non-veg, their appetite seems to have grown manifold. They indulge in fingerlicking monoactings in front of me to augur my agony. I had to change my meal timings.

              Will any Indian invent a stomach with less tubes for "stomach transplantation" please. Do you think, we can't? Though Phone and sim were invented by others, We are the ones who invented 'Missed Call'. Isn't it? We can.  smile emoticon