Well, to be honest, Im not 100 percent honest here! You can't expect that in a blog. Even the world out there is a farce. Let me tell you why.
Yesterday, I took two friends(husband and wife) to Taj, rather they took me; So, we decided to have a guide to explain the majestic Taj. You give money after seeing performance sir! said our guide; what money you give i take. My friend knowing some Hindi and with the married man's strength (The women's stare!) negotiated and got it down to Rs. 200/-. So, our guide, who said, he is a spanish literature student, started his explanation of Taj! Akbar's son Shah Jahan had three wives. Wait a minute, i screamed. In full enthu, since i had just read history, i said Akbar's son is Jehangir. Yes sir, Akbar's son Jehangir's grandfather Babar's son's son sir Shah Jahan, said our spanish scholar. how do you like that? Tk Tk! I repeated the bare minimal hindi i knew and so we continued. Sir, this is the place where Shah jahan used to take picture's of Taj, showing us a tomb. My eye balls almost popped out! Pictures? boss, you mean those replicas of Taj which comes out on click of a button? Yes sir, no digital camera at that time sir. Old camera, 17th century no, our scholar replied! Abi bi museum mein hein sir (Even now it is in the museum, sir)! Wow, i said; This fellow is a genius, my mind said. For the next hour and half of stories on Taj mahal, the symbol of love, love for the third wife, (That man had so much love to give for two more wives and umpteen concubines). After heavy bleeding on both ears, and paying him off we decided we will make our move to the next place.
Brindavan, the place of Lord Krishna's home, they said. We were showed a temple, where the guide here said, "Even Dhirubai Ambani cannot show you the way to heaven sir, i will show you". So we were asked to sit in a place and one other man explained. "If you give 15,000 rs, your wish will come in one year sir, else you can give little lesser money also, we don't bother"! We don't bother? hello, i thought it is we who should bother! "So what are your plans sir? how much are you going to donate; tell your name and i will give reciept". My friend, the wife, pushed, her husband to tell his name (So wifeish), who, as usual said his name (Pondatti pechu thataathavan) and also said he don't have any money. That very moment that guy, closed those statues with a cloth and said keep going! I was almost cursing my friends inside then, when finally the time came to give money to this guide, he said, sir, i won't accept 20 rs. Mein guide nahin hein sir; I just showed you something even Ambani could not; 50 rs! Guide nahin hein? My friend looked irritated. So, if i give you 50 rs, you are the chief minister of the state? i could read his mind voice.
After a loooong jouney and non stop non sense in a farce world, i have to accept that i still had a great day! My friends Devi and Udhaya ( Always in that order! ) made my day; It sure is a false world! what the hell? There still are beautiful people who make the world a nice place for ordinary mortals like me.
Yesterday, I took two friends(husband and wife) to Taj, rather they took me; So, we decided to have a guide to explain the majestic Taj. You give money after seeing performance sir! said our guide; what money you give i take. My friend knowing some Hindi and with the married man's strength (The women's stare!) negotiated and got it down to Rs. 200/-. So, our guide, who said, he is a spanish literature student, started his explanation of Taj! Akbar's son Shah Jahan had three wives. Wait a minute, i screamed. In full enthu, since i had just read history, i said Akbar's son is Jehangir. Yes sir, Akbar's son Jehangir's grandfather Babar's son's son sir Shah Jahan, said our spanish scholar. how do you like that? Tk Tk! I repeated the bare minimal hindi i knew and so we continued. Sir, this is the place where Shah jahan used to take picture's of Taj, showing us a tomb. My eye balls almost popped out! Pictures? boss, you mean those replicas of Taj which comes out on click of a button? Yes sir, no digital camera at that time sir. Old camera, 17th century no, our scholar replied! Abi bi museum mein hein sir (Even now it is in the museum, sir)! Wow, i said; This fellow is a genius, my mind said. For the next hour and half of stories on Taj mahal, the symbol of love, love for the third wife, (That man had so much love to give for two more wives and umpteen concubines). After heavy bleeding on both ears, and paying him off we decided we will make our move to the next place.
Brindavan, the place of Lord Krishna's home, they said. We were showed a temple, where the guide here said, "Even Dhirubai Ambani cannot show you the way to heaven sir, i will show you". So we were asked to sit in a place and one other man explained. "If you give 15,000 rs, your wish will come in one year sir, else you can give little lesser money also, we don't bother"! We don't bother? hello, i thought it is we who should bother! "So what are your plans sir? how much are you going to donate; tell your name and i will give reciept". My friend, the wife, pushed, her husband to tell his name (So wifeish), who, as usual said his name (Pondatti pechu thataathavan) and also said he don't have any money. That very moment that guy, closed those statues with a cloth and said keep going! I was almost cursing my friends inside then, when finally the time came to give money to this guide, he said, sir, i won't accept 20 rs. Mein guide nahin hein sir; I just showed you something even Ambani could not; 50 rs! Guide nahin hein? My friend looked irritated. So, if i give you 50 rs, you are the chief minister of the state? i could read his mind voice.
After a loooong jouney and non stop non sense in a farce world, i have to accept that i still had a great day! My friends Devi and Udhaya ( Always in that order! ) made my day; It sure is a false world! what the hell? There still are beautiful people who make the world a nice place for ordinary mortals like me.
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