“Bhot is your name?” asked Babulal Pathak with a paan in his mouth.
He was none other than your friendly neighbourhood clerk from ward no 23.
“You know! Please write Kung Fu Kutta.” said haughty Ms Coy.
“I know! But aap to maidam ho? Kutiya likhu?” asked BP timidly.
He was none other than your friendly neighbourhood clerk from ward no 23.
“You know! Please write Kung Fu Kutta.” said haughty Ms Coy.
“I know! But aap to maidam ho? Kutiya likhu?” asked BP timidly.
“You know! Shut up! I don’t believe in s*x, I mean I am gender neutral. I am Uber cool urban babe. You write what I say. Don’t give your dehati gyaan! Save it for your basti!” retorted Ms Coy.
“I know! I know! Sorry maidam! My next question was about s*x, I mean gender, but now I know the answer. Let me write it down! Third...” he noted something in the form with his five rupee ball pen issued from Govt vastu bandar.
“I know! Maidam, aap ke pitaji, maaf kijiyega, father ka naam?” asked timid BP, trying to control his BP. He was awed by sheer presence of all the degree certificates proudly displayed in all four walls Ms Coy’s study room.
“You know!...”
“I know! I mean I don’t know, maidam!” interjected BP.
“Oh! Shut up, you fool! You know! His name was Ranga with a Billa number 786! Remember ‘the coolie,’ movie by Mr Bachchan. Inspired by that.” said beaming Ms Coy.
“I know! I mean I don’t know, maidam!” interjected BP.
“Oh! Shut up, you fool! You know! His name was Ranga with a Billa number 786! Remember ‘the coolie,’ movie by Mr Bachchan. Inspired by that.” said beaming Ms Coy.
“I know! Now, I really know your address would be 7, Race Course Road.” said BP trying to control his excitement.
“You know! I mean, how?”
“I know! I know, maidam. Ab aap kagaz bhi nahi dikhayenge!” said BP enthusiastically feeling proud about his new found courage.
“You know! I mean, how?”
“I know! I know, maidam. Ab aap kagaz bhi nahi dikhayenge!” said BP enthusiastically feeling proud about his new found courage.
“You know! I mean, how?” wondered Ms Coy. “Are you guys spying on me? You Fascists!” she asked with a fake anger generally reserved for television cameras.
“I know! I know! I mean maidam, sabko pata hai...”
“I know! I know! I mean maidam, sabko pata hai...”
“Aap ke abba ke walid jo the, dada aap ke wo bakra paala karte the. Bakra kaghazat kha gaya, aur dada bakra kha gaye! Ab kaghazat kahan se layenge aap?!” finished BP in a Shankar Mahadevan’s breathless style and fell off the sofa all excited!
“You know!”
This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to either living person or dead Goat is purely coincidental.
No goat was harmed in creating this story.
This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to either living person or dead Goat is purely coincidental.
No goat was harmed in creating this story.
