DONKEY BUSINESS

While walking home, Sonny was suddenly aware of an uneasy feeling that someone was following him. He turned back to see but could not make out anything initially in the fading sunlight. When he paused boldly and had a second look, he was shocked and amazed to see a quadruped- a donkey to be precise- close at his heels. “Shoo! Scat!” He shouted, to no avail. The donkey seemed to have taken a fancy to him.

Reaching his bachelor home quickly and bolting the door securely, Sonny then peeped out hopefully from his balcony, hoping to have dodged his new fan… but no, it was still there, looking dumbly up at him.

His friends had a whale of a time, ribbing him about his new pal. “Must have seen a resemblance to its long lost brother, poor thing!” said Appu, rolling over in laughter.

“I warned about this online chatting with strangers; see what he got!” said another.

It went on like this in Sonny’s flat, but the faithful donkey refused to budge. Sonny was furious.

“Are there no… er vet. Psychiatrists to examine this beast’s head?” he asked, which only increased their mirth. “Sonny wants a shrink to put his donkey friend on a couch!!” they shrieked in laughter.

“You people are useless, I will go ask Venu,” said Sonny. “Venu! he is an ass himself,” guffawed his friends, as Sonny walked out,  faithful donkey in tow.

 Like in the rhyme, wherever Sonny went, the ass was sure to go.

Venu was more sympathetic. He listened carefully with his finger tips together, like a detective.

“Since when did you notice this happening, this sudden show of affection of the quadruped?” asked Venu finally. “About two days back,” replied the much stalked Sonny.

Like a local Sherlock Holmes, Venu then asked Sonny, “Now think very carefully-did you do anything new that day or maybe the previous day?”

Sonny, after some thought, said, “Nothing special except that I started using a new perfume I had bought some time back”

“That’s it!” exclaimed Venu in excitement, adding, “Ha ha ha!Your new scent is attractive to asses, it seems.”

Though annoyed, Sonny was also glad that the problem had been identified. “What do I do now?” he asked.

“Which friend of yours was teasing you most?” asked Venu, with a cunning look on his face.

“David,” said Sonny.

Laughing aloud, Venu said, “Ok, do as I tell you. Go home and have a good bath first,, and then…” he whispered something in Sonny’s ears conspiratorially. Both had a good laugh together.

Next day, a small gathering consisting of Sonny, Venu and some selected friends was able to witness and enjoy a rare sight:

An unsuspecting David, his full body smelling with the fragrance of Sonny’s perfume was walking on the street below, followed by an entire family of doting donkeys.

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CALL AND LIVE

After pondering for a long time, Arun decided to make the call to the Suicide -Prevention Help line before taking the final step-There was nothing to lose anyway. With gun in one hand and a suicide slip in the other, he dialed.

An electronic voice immediately came on line…

“Hi! Thank you for calling Self-destruct Prevent Center.”

“ Press one if you plan to use poison, two for gun, three for knife, four for drowning……”

Amused at this, Arun pressed two.

“Press one if you are neurotic, two if psychotic, three if bi-polar, four if OCD……”

Slightly irritated, Arun continued by selecting an option.

“Press one if gay, two if lesbian, three if bisexual, four if transvestite, five if none of above…”

So on it went till finally a human voice came online, “Good morning, sir, how may I hinder you?”

“You have hindered me sufficiently already…Cancelling suicide, I am now toying with the idea of homicide! And you are number one on the list!”

“Glad to have been of help, sir. Unfortunately, homicide is not our specialty, sir.”

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SOARING AWAY

Robin nudged Meera, “So then we can consider the matter settled; right?”

“What is supposed to be settled, Robin?”

“Come on Meera, we discussed sending Ratan to Boarding School at Ooty....”

“Oh ya, he is to be sent away before we tie the knot! I do remember…. I also remember refusing to send away my son- just so he will be out of the way.”

Meera sighed and added, “There is no change in my stand, Robin. Ratan stays. You simply have to learn to accept him.”

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A few days later.

 “Wow, Mom, the kites are beautiful!”

It was kite flying season and the three, Meera, Robin and Ratan were out on the terrace, along with many others, armed with beautifully crafted kites of various designs. Each one of them was flying a kite, watching it soar into the air. There was the usual friendly competition as to whose kite would soar highest.

During this joyous occasion, again Robin sidled to Meera and whispered, “How about letting him go, darling? We can then plan our wedding.”

Ratan, hearing only the words ‘letting go,’ asked in excitement, “Shall I let go of the string, mom? Then we can see how far it goes.”

“No, sonnie,” said Meera, turning slowly towards Robin. Then in a sudden movement, she snatched the kite string from the stunned Robin’s hand and releasing it, said,

 “We will let this one go.”

Robin walked away quietly as the kite soared into the Heavens.

  

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LOON'S BOON

God was struck with Wonderment

As none under His Firmament

Had ever asked for a boon,

Such as wanted by Mr.Loon.

“Evolution, O Lord, I do hail;

But please return me my tail.

For, every time I see a monkey,

I turn green with envy.

Oh, Things I could happily do

If only I had a tail too;

Hang upside down from a tree

And read a book, swinging free!

Hold a cell phone or what I like,

With both hands still on the bike;

Drink coffee, tea or whatever,

Even while holding the newspaper.”

Hearing this from Mr. Loon,

God fell in a great swoon.

When last we heard-

Mr Loon

Is still awaiting his boon,

Hoping God will recover soon.

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BEWARE OF FLYING INNER WEAR!

Soman was happy. The young man was headed home for a brief holiday after a long time. As always, he was well dressed and took pride in his appearance. While walking home from the bus stop, he was day dreaming about how he would spend his valuable four days- the friends he was going to meet, the movies he would see and so on.

For reaching home, he had to walk by an apartment complex. A strong wind which was blowing that time dislodged a man’s underwear that was hung up for drying in the balcony of one of the apartments.

This piece of flying dress item landed securely on the unsuspecting Soman’s handsome shoulder. The young man who was blissfully unaware of the garment which now adorned his shoulder, walked home merrily.

Meanwhile, Soman’s large joint family was agog with excitement at the prospect of his coming. Meena, the younger sister was teasing her kid brother saying how Somananna was always very well dressed, “…unlike you untidy chap, Varun!”

Soman’s grandma, his paatti-wheelchair bound, though delighted at Soman’s coming, was worried about that day’s star forecast which said she should beware of missiles. Though enemy missiles were quite far away to cause concern, nevertheless she worried.

“Here comes our brother, Somananna!” shouted Varun in joy and rushed to greet him. As Soman entered triumphantly like a war hero, Varun and Meena took a look at him and started rolling in laughter. “What is it?” asked Soman annoyed at the sudden loss of heroism.

“Is it the latest fashion, brother!” asked Varun, giggling helplessly.

“Do you always carry...er… a spare like this, like a scooter tyre?” asked Meena .

“What’s all the uproar about?” asked paatti,wheeling her chair to the entrance, at the exact instant that Soman discovered his shoulder wear and threw it in anger and disgust. The much thrown underwear now landed on paatti’s face, causing another uproarious session.

Meena was rolling on the ground in laughter squealing, “Paatti’s forecast about the missile hit has come true!”

Paatti, though initially flustered, laughed aloud and said, “Soman’s forecast is also fulfilled-it was written against his star that he would have to shoulder an unusual responsibility today.”

The Soman household was thus plunged in sunshine and laughter by his arrival.

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HELL OF A PROBLEM

The CEO of  Hell was worried,

“Oh, oh! My fires are getting weaker!

If this goes on, how do I get on

With  the business of roasting my clients?”

Reluctantly, he approached the Earthlings

-His biggest client base,

And asked for a few pipefuls of Energy

To tide over his difficulties.

But Ah! The super smart Earthlings would have none of it,

But gave him a lecture instead;

On Upgradation
And Energy Conservation

And Environment Management

And Carbon credits… and so on.

Finally, rejecting the Chief’s plea,

They offered instead to deploy

Energy experts- on payment basis,of course!

The CEO of hell then rose up angrily to his full height;

Taking a deep breath, he said, “Save your lectures, Earthlings!

-Reason for the fuel shortage is the inordinate increase

In the number of rascals you have been dispatching down there;
-much higher than the installed capacity.”

Then with a royal shrug of his hellular shoulders,

The Chief added in a spine chilling tone,

“The choice is yours:  give me more energy,

Else I will send them right back to you-unroasted.”

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Just in Jest.

“Are you Sam, son?”

“No”

“Ah, then you must be Sam’s son?”

“No. I am Samson, son of Sam’s son.”

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