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The Unexpected

 I had expected of my mind to come up with a great absorbing writeup for Lufthansa offering at indiblogger within the time frame and notch up the top prize. Time ran out faster and mind as lazy as it was and more Indian in every sense that it kept postponing until the last minute. 

My more Indian heart somehow started the mind to come up with a writeup fast convincing it to write whatever and it wouldn't be disappointed if it couldn't be a winning one. Seeing this my mind started upon the crusade Lufthansa.

My mind being more of an Indian always went for best lowest offers while buying anything and had bought the cheapest possible tickets  to London adding coupon codes etc. to full throttle. It hadn't thought of a layover of 12 hours at Riyadh airport. It was overjoyed to have saved 20k rupees and what was time in front of 20k. It could be killed eating nuts it thought. Being Indian I had ordered asian vegetarian meal before hand so that I would not have trouble on board. 

I had settled in my seat and flight took off graciously. I started surfing the television screen but most channels were arabic and surfing was slow and hanging. Suddenly a lady at back seat fainted with her child crying heavily and soon announcement call of any Dr. overboard was made by flight captain and my heart started praying for the poor soul. Her blood pressure had gone down drastically. Luckily she survived. The food that I received was not my ordered one and I demanded my order and they somehow managed something mix and match just to scrape through. 

The layover was strenuous one and passing each second was like an eternity. The savings of 20k were looking futile now with no place to lie down. Chairs were made in such a way that one could just sit straight. 

At Ryadh airport I was saved a hassle as I asked a man the way to the connecting flight area and he mischievously told me the wrong way. I saw it led out and as I didn't have a visa of that country I could have landed in a lot of trouble in a foreign land. I asked another man and he guided me properly. 

I had learnt a lesson the hard way. On return the airline counter staff advised me not to take any liquor or it will be confiscated at Ryadh airport. I blessed myself for non-drinking. 

Later when I heard from my son the great food they served at Lufthansa and how they tirelessly attended his calls and served beverages I started thinking to make better decisions next time.

This has been written for a contest at indiblogger by Lufthansa

Reliving Past Predictions


The most accurate and precise and drastic prophecy was delivered by Jacques Cazotte at a diiner party in the year 1788 in Paris. One of the learned person present at the occasion Jean Francois de la harpe wrote a detailed account of the utterances of Mr. Cazotte. 

Host of the dinner party was a distinguished nobleman and all highly acclaimed courtiers, lawyers, writers, ladies of noblemen were present at the venue. Jacques Cazotte himself was a well known writer who had authored a book on occult romance, "le diable amoureux". "The Devil in Love". Great dinner it was and wine had flowed freely and people shared their thoughts freely, mocking religion and voicing their thought on a revolution to do away with superstition and fanaticism. 

Suddenly Jaques Cazotte had stilled everyone by his prophetic announcement. He had said, "ladies and gentlemen, be content, that you will all see the revolution that each one of you are so eager to witness. I am something of a prophet and i am sure you all will see it. You Monsieur de Condorcet, die prone on the stone floor of prison cell. You will perish by the poison you would have taken to save yourself the execution pains. And you Monsieur de Champfort, will cut your veins 22 times with a razor and you will still not die, until some months later. You Monsieur de Nicolai, you will die on scaffold. You Monsieur Bailly, will also die on scaffold. 

Noblemen began to whisper that this man had gone mad, or he is just joking. 

La Harpe, the host anx a noted free thinker objected that Cazotte had not predicted his fate.  To which Cazotte had said, "Ah, for you, I see something more extraordinary. You will become a christian." Listening this entire table had started laughing and Champfort said he was relieved that we all will not die until La Harpe becomes a christian and we are practically immortal if we go by his statement.

Duchesse de grammont asked what was the fate of ladies. Cazotte had said, "Your sex ladies will not offer any protection in this bloodbath. You madam la duchesse and many other ladies will be taken to scaffold in executioners cart with hands tied behind your back like common criminals. 
He shocked everyone by saying that no one will be spared, not even the king and queen of France.

This prophecy ranked in most accurate prophecies ever recorded as within five years Cazotte's vision had been met with in every detail as he had described. 

This is a copy of painting of Jacques Cazotte giving his prophetic sermon at the dinner party taken from encyclopedia.

Tomorrow another saga will unfold, [only if readers expressly demand by commenting lavishly] stay attuned after commenting.

Deepawali Remembrances

The word "Deepawali" rings many bells in mind.  My mind reminisced to my old hostel school days. How sullen and nostalgic each one of us became with each approaching day of Deepawali, the longing to go home, but the shackles of school strong enough preventing the release. The money given for crackers was spent wisely on rockets and only rockets. Phuljhari and anars were thought to be sissy and avoided. We would all team up for rocket launchings on "top flat". The time all set to 9 p.m. All small teams used to position themselves with their ammunitions. What a sight it was. One thing peculiar of this event was that these rocket were not launched in the sky. They were launched horizontally and the flat was very large enough to make the spectacle a daring one. None could dare to enter the field once the mission rocket launch began. The zig zag motion of rockets swishing by, colliding each other with great vengeance. I could distinctly reminisce the everlasting imprint of terror which sent all my team members scrambling for shelter when an opponents rocket had successfully landed our pile of rockets and triggered them all haywire marching off in confused directions. 

Oh!!! The high jumps we took haphazardly to save our asses. It was deepawali and who could harm us when God almighty himself was watching on us dear souls. 

Aah, those golden days of deepawali, my mind could never never think of forgetting. 

Now when I stay home in deepawali and my children away, unable to join me on the occasion, I know at heart they miss the occasion presently but a day will come, they too will long for their own deepawali they enjoyed with their friends at school. This none can surpass but feel for themselves as time passes by. 

My mind recollected how my son had managed to convince me and made a flight tickets as cheap as nuts months in advance to come home for Deepawali from school. My mind couldn't convince itself as he was just 11 years old and could he tackle the travel gimmicks all alone by himself, but I had left all upon God to tackle since my resources were limited. The troubled call that I had received from him using a phone from some kind uncle he had managed to rope in to let him use his  cell phone. The portal through which I had booked the ticket had done some error in booking and now the airline had refused to allow my son to board the flight. My mind had taken a swing. My son alone at Delhi airport struggling with practically just 100 bucks in pocket. The generosity of kind people can be seen on these peculiar circumstances. This kind man not only gave his phone to call but he gave the money required to make a fresh booking at exorbitant current price, which I sent to him later to his account. I shall remain indebted to the stranger who came in as a God sent angel in disguise.

One more incident I must add here as I have grown more nostalgic. This happened years ago when I was a child of 10 years and had gathered dressed in best attire at my cousin's place to burst crackers. He had brought a rocket stealthily and a bottle and I had been watching him with abated breath as he lighted the rocket to spark off in to the sky via the bottle. I do not know why, I had a feeling this rocket is going to come and hit me, as I watched from a far. this is what happened. rocket got stuck in the bottle and bottle fell down by the pressure of the whizzing rocket and alas! it headed straight towards me with the accuracy of American drones, as I tried my level best to duck away, it hit me on the chest and blasted. My new shirt got a burn hole and I knew I had messed up and the trouble at home awaited me. I had no thought of pain from the blast but the mind thinking in earnest of excuses that could survive me from the grand questioning.

I put down my pen here as friends can anticipate my fate well. 

The incidents are numerous and we all long and try our level best to be together on the auspicious occasion of Deepawali celebrations.

This post has been written for a contest at indiblogger gharwalidiwali

  family gathered for deepawali.

Word power on ink

An idea dies with the person if it doesn't find ground for germination. He may have communicated of it to his friends but none believe in it and it dies out. Now he has written about it somewhere and is found by someone who believes in it to be a great one and progresses to acheive success. 

Ink power creates, and has been vital in major catastrophic changes. People in olden days used leaves and wrote on them. They understood  the importance of penning. 

Who am I to deviate from it. 

I am grateful for this topic at indiblogger, "Is there power in writing? Can writers bring social change & change the world? #Writing
Posted by AMRITA SABAT. which rekindled my instincts and my pen has started rolling in the direction of writing a book for mankind.


The Creme' unnaturale'

The Creme' Unnaturale'

Hey, "I thought you would be taking another hour to be fully ready, so I started reading a book to pass time, and now you say you are ready to go to the wedding venue," I blurted with disbelief.

My dear wife, beaming with pride, "I am afraid now your leisure reading time has gone down the drain, thanks to the new, innovative Garnier bb cream you bought for me."

I was speechless. This was totally unexpected of her. I had never bought anything for which she found words of praises, and now this was really something of mettle. I looked at her face judiciously and found it perfectly up to the mark. I looked at my book with a pity, as I lay it slowly on the rack. 

My mind musing to itself, "Where were we heading in this innovative competitive world. What magical preparations were being put on platter for mankind. There were no limits. How this creme worked so fast on the skin cells and rejuvenated them."

I didn't want to go into the intricate details of the ingredients or how they  worked upon the skin. Though my book had been sacrificed for it, I was just relieved that I wouldn't be sent looking for a variety of cremes with obnoxious names to different stores. 

The desire to look beautiful lay inherent in every mortal, my mind enthused, barring some careless ones like me. The reliance on creams to look beautiful had led to the industry to grow leap and bounds with rigorous tests of different formulations before they were finally applied on faces of people. Some reputed brands really worked hard sincerely for the benefit of mankind. This latest one really had hit the nail with faster results on platter. 

I just thanked the Garnier company from heart for coming up with the great formulation in the name of Garnier bb

This post is review of Garnier bb creme offered at Indiblogger.

The picture below is courtesy from indiblogger page reformed.
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Education, a boon.

Great topic at Indispire again. This time by Saima

This topic turned my mind to the old golden period of India that I had read about in books here and there. Those were the days my friends, where a system of Guru, who had withdrawn from all worldly monetary gains, opened up a learning school in the vicinity of the jungle, where students stayed and learnt the lessons. These lessons were multifarious with grammar studies to intricate calculations, science and spiritualism. These were no profit organisations but now a days education is a happening place of exploitation and raking money, barring some. 

I remember an incident where graduate students were given permission to leave their gurukul and as the students headed hastily towards the town as evening approached. They came across thorns on the road. Students passed the road carefully from side but one student stopped to sweep the thorns from the road. Guru who was hiding behind a tree came out and caught hold of students who had side tracked the thorns. He said those students have to study more while the student who had thought for passers by at night and swiped the thorns from the road was only allowed to go. 

It is a pity that education system is full of political dominance and misuse at their whims. 

I remember a shloka of olden times, "sa vidyaya vimuktaye" meaning literally "knowledge is that which liberates." It liberates the soul. It is not to just earn a livelihood but a greater tool of liberation. 

I have so much to say on this, but I do not want my friends to curse me. 

I drop my pen here with a sincere wish to educate all children in the world and with innovative technology this can be done, free even, but alas, !!!

Beauty personified

Great topic at Indiblogger, Indispire by Anita and I am penning my humble thoughts for my readers.

Topic is related to inner beauty versus physical beauty and the worth of bank balance etc.

This reminded me of the great indian sage Sri Ashtavakra ji. His body was deformed and crooked in eight points and that also due to his own father's curse upon him. It is said this sage when unborn in mother's womb, heard of recitals of mantras by his father were incorrect, so Sri Ashtavakra ji hearing this from womb tried to correct him by saying them to be wrong, and he should recite differently. Infuriated by being guided by his own child, who hadn't seen the world yet, cast the curse upon him "Ashtavakra Bhava."

Learned as he was, he wasn't angry upon his father for the curse. He took it head on. I have heard of instances in western countries where child has sued their parents for minor corrective spankings. They know their rights very well.

When Sri Ashtavakra ji was 10 Years old, upon hearing of his father loosing a debate upon religion, held at king Janak's place, he went thinking to support and win the debate.

When he reached the Kings courtyard, all the highly ranked officers started laughing seeing the crooked deformed body of Sri Astavakra ji, and the king Janak too laughed seeing him.

Sri Astavakra ji unperturbed, thundered that this was no congregation to seek truth that he thought and came for.

"I have no time to waste here between the CHAMARS (shoe menders). "

Hearing his words all the laughter was gone and there was pin drop silence in the court. This child had the nerve to call all high noble men demeaningly, and all the more the king even was not spared.

The king in anger ordered the child to prove his statement or face a death sentence.

Sri Ashtavakra ji, coolly said, "As soon as I arrived I had not said a word and everyone judged me by my skin quality and started laughing. This quality of skin judgement is done by shoe menders only as they deal with it on daily basis. You too laughed king Janka, so you too have the same quality."

Hearing his bold words the king was dumbfounded. He left his chair and came up to him. He understood his grave mistake and fell upon his feet seeking guidance on the ultimate knowledge."

I say this here as his knowledge out shined all wealth and even king fell upon the feet of knowledge.

Now a days we never hear of any debates upon religion. We are happy preserving past rituals and following them, not knowing any word of sanskrit but reciting them like heck over the loudspeakers, as if higher the pitch, more fast it will reach the gods.

My view is that ultimate knowledge has its own powers and the kings have to bow down to them. Every human is free and can achieve it for sure, no matter who. We should read and read and digest by common sense and move along in our goals.

Worldly life needs most of the requisites mentioned in the topic but one can rise above them as he moves on.


P.S. This post is inspired by a topic at indiblogger's Indispire posted by Anita.

The Journey part ||

The scent elated me and in no time I was standing before the imminent personality of the glorious past. None other friends, Chanakya, seated elegantly with a saintly composure. I bowed to him and he looked at me as if he had read my mind point blank, congratulating me on my journey he expressly conveyed of how pleased he was to see a person here with potential of returning back in to the body. He expressly said of how he too had dared to leave his body in his life time and return back. The world is for the people who dare he said enigmatically. His words were illuminating as well as frightening. I had done this act just out of curiosity and traces of foolishness, if I was correct. Dare element was nowhere in sight then, and now my mind was thinking of passage safely back in to the body. The smile he gave now was all the more disturbing as I knew he could read my mind perfectly. You have drifted a little farther Son, in your adventurous quest and I can only pray of your safe travel back. This consoled a bit, but signalled the impounding perils that lay ahead of me. 

Chanakya continued his quipping knowing my restlessness to return. Ohh gosh, how much I yearned in mind that this person says, "son, I will come with you all the way to see your safe return." But instead the words that came were more frightening. " we have limitations son, and I can only wish you get your place back in your body, and I have so much to say to the people on earth but I will not delay you, knowing what your dear ones could do to your body."

Bowing earnestly I took leave of the revered kind person with only one thought in mind. 

I do not wish to keep all of you in suspense and drag my return with some created horrors of return. They were just waiting to encapsulate my self and a point came where my self was stuck by some force and couldn't descend no matter how hard I tried. I cursed my curiosity and foolishness and lost all hopes of seeing myself in my body. Suddenly thought of Chanakya emerged in my mind and his words Dare renewed my vigour and this time I really dared and forced my way through it's clutches back to my body. It was a hell of an experience. 

I know the way now, but I really don't know the way, meaning, I keep away from the foolishness but Dare, yes, I learnt Dare and the perils of Dare. 

But one day I will surely Dare this time, with firm mind and bring back some enlightening precious words. Words which indeed would be priceless for humanity.

P.S.: this post is the concluding part of the indispire topic of Nandini Deka at indiblogger.

The Journey

I actually used to read like hell. Those were the days of no facebook, no internet, and real indulgence in hobbies. I could be seen walking the busy roads of Kolkata with open book in hand completely engrossed in the writers plot laden with explicit expressions of smiles, frowns, dismay, exclamations, whatever the book writer stamped on the spur of my reads, completely ignoring the hastily running cars passing by me as I daringly crossed the roads mind completely in another world. Now when I think of it, mind just shivers at the mercy of the taxi drivers then, who saw that I passed scratch less.

This was just a prologue so that the reader gets to know what he can expect next in my upcoming encounter.

I was living this for real. I do not know what I was doing here floating in the sky like the ghosts do. Swaying my body was rising higher and higher up in the sky. I knew I had succeeded in leaving my body in the still of the night after rigorous attempts as Robert Boyle had instructed in his book "Journeys out of body and mind." I was living this dream for real and all the more my excited self was climbing higher up completely forgetting in excitement that I may get trapped by some pesky ghosts. My discreet self was enjoying the freedom just acquired.

What an unbelievable sight I was seeing. It was an amazing sight. Complete elegancy in the sky which no reader will believe when I narrate word to word what I saw, with no added adjectives.

I know many readers who have come up this far on my encounter are questioning my journey out of my body as a farce and impossible but who can stop me from telling my tale when the frenzied moving cars couldn't deter me from reading while crossing the road. So, try to digest whatever is coming next.

My illumined self knew very well  to avoid any sight of the buffalo and death god upon it, and no buffalos it was. Extraordinary scent was in the air and its magnetic spell was drawing me towards it in awe.

To be continued......., 

P.S. :Only if I feel my readers expressly take the pains to comment lavishly that they want to read what daunting saga ensued and the frightening lost trail back in to the body.

Pps: this post is inspired by indispire topic by Nandini Deka at indiblogger.

The Answer Giver

Ten things I hate being asked are included in one question. "Why aren't you replying to me." Why are you not listening to me." When this question crops up and it does quite more than often, because my mind is trying to evade that question but the answer seeker being my better half, is hell bent to sabotage the decorum in my mind. Nothing else I hate and everything is entailed in it. Otherwise I love questions and to answer them even sincerely with my full heart. I know and answer cleverly when I hear two people talking, where one poor invester is concerned after depositing money in some instrument in a private company and the agent who has taken the deposit assuring him that nothing will happen though his boss has been jailed and may not be able to garner 10k crores to come out of jail and I enjoy chipping in and giving the answer though they both may be hating my answer. But nonetheless I enjoy giving answers.

I think I have made myself clear.

This has been inspired by a topic at indispire by Narasimha Sharma Vetturi, ten things I hate being asked.

The Changing Times

Times were fast changing. Population increasing by leaps and bounds was one very crucial factor why senators sat at these wee hours to decide upon a very serious issue facing the nation. These intelligent souls could only save the nation. They had full mandate of people and if they even failed, who could save them. All systems of transportation had failed. They had all the public transport system running so deadly packed that even ants shuddered at getting into the compartments. 

Let me give you the names of our learned comrades present. 
1) Mr.Gowkoowon,

2) Mr. Slectodas,

3) Mr. Rotricures,

4) Mrs. Sowteriani,

5) Miss. Pranitarthita.

Mr. Gowkoowon was elected to preside over the meeting and he began the address clearing his throat.

"Dear Fellow members,
As we are all aware, whatever we build gets smaller for the purpose as the population is increasing at a lot more faster pace than our building of things. We had the vision to legalize the sitting on roof tops of trains and buses. The only small place left below them too had been altered cleverly with iron handles which our tough bodybuilders could catch hold of in sleeping posture and travel to their desired destinations

We are all gathered here today not for these issues, because we already have a comittee searching for answers under the head of one of our very own illustrous qualified member, Mrs. Sowteriani, and no doubt she is doing a commendable job. I must remind you all that utilization of space under the train compartments was her idea only that  now the multifarious task of commuting as well as bodybuilding is being achieved.

We have been confronted with another alarming issue that has been neglected by us and we do not have any comittee for it as yet. "FOUL SMELL" . 

Yes, smell is a serious concern because it has been pointed out by none other, our very own member, miss.Pranitarthita ji. She has brought our attention to this growing menace as her own boyfriend who had commuted from Virar junction via the bodybuilding module under the train, was smelling awfully with prespiration and though she had yearned to be in his arms, she had to just mutter some expletives and leave, breaking up from him. 

I see Mr. Selectodas raising his hand to speak his mind. I will give the opportunity, but let me finish first. I know what you want to say sir, because I have seen you to be on a disagreement on each and every proposal of her. God knows if she proposes to you, you will disagree to that even. I urge to put personal malices aside and do form a comittee under the tagline "Remove The Smell" under the able head of none other our miss Pranitarthita ji. Now I will ask miss Pranitarthita ji to enlighten us on her findings."

Miss Pranitarthita took out a fat file and opening it began reading from it. She started undeterred by the murmurings of Mr. Selectodas, "will she recite the full bloody file now., I am doomed"

She began, "I broke up, yes!!!, you all heard me correctly, and the reason behind this was just foul irritating smell. The severity of this issue can be seen in the fact that my boyfriend has not eaten a morsel since our break up and has threatened self immolation infront of our very parliament. We have reached a sad state where people are condemned, for smelling. Can we not find a permanent solution to this menace. A company had launched a cream to administer upon body and travel. This cream proved to be a farce, as we all saw. Nothing could match a hot refreshing bath. I had a talk with Mr. Rotricures and he suggested Racold Bath Points at every 100 meters across nation. He has been generous enough to offer a fund of one billion from his National Reahabilation Fund for this great auspicious cause.

Everyone found the opportunity of closing the tenuous speech by immediately starting the thumping upon table by hand and Mr. Rotricures beaming in the pride of utilizing Government money on the right track. 

Having served it's purpose the meeting was adjourned for the day and Miss.Pranitarthita closed the file and all our brave comrades left with utter satisfaction upon their faces.

This post has been inspired by a contest at indiblogger by Racold.

The New Entrant

The cabin was smelling like hell. The bacterias in the sweat on skin had started fermenting and the horrendous odour was swaying in all directions encapsulating anything it could lay it's hands upon. The person emitting the scent was wholly engrossed in his work, all unknown to the heavy ciorse in the atmosphere sorrounding it, that had been slowly forming. 

The new entrant into office was a timid but intelligent bloke and all old sleuths were eyeing on his first day reactions. The full office was at pindrop silence module and all movements were curt and disciplined. Mr. Sharma had purposely asked the new entrant to bring the file of Mr. Surana from the cabin of Gadgor Babu and the new entrant slowly moved towards the cabin. Everyone held their breath as the new entrant knocked at the cabin gate and entered the smelling dungeon. 

Everyone had expected a loud shriek  and panicked exit of new entrant from the cabin of Gadgor babu, but five minutes had elapsed and no sound emerged and the curiosity of everyone grew up to bursting extent. Mishra ji whispered to anxious Sharma ji, "I only hope he is still alive. Poor fellow, this was his first job experience, and look what you did to him."

Sharma ji defending himself, "I really needed the file Mishra, and one day he had to face it, so why not today itself."

Sweety chipped in, "It is really preposterous coldblooded stab Sharma, I still remember the first entry of yours into the room of Gadgor Babu."

Mishra chuckled in hush hush manner.

Sharma feeling the brunt of being attacked, "I had remained one full minute in the room and brought the file......"

Gulguli devi smirked cutting sharma short,"with full vomit upon it."

Sharma showing burning eyes at Gulguli devi,"how can I forget, you had asked me to get that good for nothing file."

A serene smile of satisfaction danced upon the lips of Gulguli devi.

Mishra trying to make truce,"let bygone be bygones and see the current task at hand. I fear something dreadful going within."

Gulguli devi keeping track of time announced,"ten minutes have elapsed and no sound from Gadgor babu's cabin. Sharma ji, open the cabin door and checkout."

Sharma ji mincing upon his words, "what, me!!, no way, why don't you go Gulguli ji."

Gulguli devi agitatedly, "why should I.? You sent him to bring a good for nothing file just to torture poor fellow. It is your responsibility and mind you, if the poor guy chokes   upon his breath, which I am dead sure now, it will be entirely upon your conscience."

Sharma rebukingly, "and where was your conscience Gulguli, when you had asked me so lovingly to bring in the dead file, upon which I had puked all over."

Mishra ji trying to pacify the two, "come on, no fighting over this, we wait for another five minutes, then we all will go into Gadgor babu's cabin and bring out our new entrant."

In these five minutes allow me to give some breif about our New Entrant as fast as I can. Weirdest of smells had failed to deter the New Entrant as he had the privileged stay in hostel where people seldom bathed and had no pocketmoney to spend on expensive deodorants. His all 400 receptors of odour in nostrils had thrown in the towel long ago. He could stay in room with his fellow students with stink bombs blasted all over just to keep teachers away from class. Little did he know then that this invaluable stink resistance quality was going to earn him a respected place in the company in later stages of his life. 

Five minutes had gone by and all the crew moved towards the cabin of Gadgor babu with perfume dipped handkercheif strongly tied around their nostrils. Sharma opened the cabin gate slightly, took a quick peek inside and shut the gate reverting into severe coughing and choking hysteric bouts. Mishra supported the falling sharma and slowly staggered towards his chair. Sharma after regaining some breath and removing the handkerchief from the nose muttered,"Ohh my Gosh ! Unbelievable, How the hell is it possible"

Gulguli Devi getting closer to Sharma, "what did you see Sharma ji that your face has turned dead white. Has our New Entrant collapsed."

Sharma serenely adjusting his bifocals looked at Gulguli devi and burst out a long sigh. 

Mishra getting impatient, "do not play on our patience Sharma ji, say fast."

Vicious smile ran on Sharma's lips. Enjoying the air in the atmosphere Sharma gave the verdict,"Gadgor babu has found an underwear friend in our New Entrant I presume, the way they were laughing and chatting. We all are doomed as this New Entrant now may get above us in rank and we the old sleuths will all have to obey the orders of this good for nothing New Entrant. 

Gulguli Devi chirped,"Sharma ji, you better brace your nose up as he will take revenge on you and order you to bring files from Gadgor babu's room every now and then. 

Sharma getting paled by the blow mumbled, "well, I will quit rather die an unnatural death."

Mishra trying to console Sharma ji, "You had selected the New Entrant into the company and he would certainly remember your generosity."

Gulguli Devi putting all blame on Sharma ji,"How could you not sense his smell proof nose, and put us in this peril."

Suddenly two people entered the office with Racold geyser and inquired the location of Gadgor babu's cabin and before Sharma & team could understand anything what was going on, the two had done their act and left the office. 

The cabin door opened and New Entrant was seen walking towards the group with smile dancing upon his lips. Behind him in tow was Gadgor babu, beaming with the freshness of Racold bath. Sharma & team got the shock of their lives. They had always seen Gadgor babu with amplest of distance they could muster and with handkercheif always stuck to their noses. 

The New Entrant had become the Company Hero on the first very day of his job start up. Everyone had only one thought, "why didn't they think of this remedy themselves."

This post has been inspired by a contest at indiblogger by Racold

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