There was a guy in school named Subroto Giri, who, we all agreed, was the world's most accident prone person. All the world's ill luck would strike him first before affecting others. We sympathized with him, though we couldn't help occasionally taking a dig at the poor guy. I guess Murphy's law of averages has finally caught up with me. It's now my turn to be the butt of the jokes of my acquaintances. I went to HDFC Bank to sort 2 issues. One was sorted, the other had to wait. It was during my trudge back to my office that I made the mistake of putting my left hand into a hip pocket. Unknown to me, a bee had conveniently lodged itself there. No sooner had I made the intrusion than the bee stung me! My thumb, to be more precise. It felt like my thumb had been amputated. I did the obvious and withdrew my hand with a jerk, not knowing what had hit me. Getting a semblance of what had just happened, I realized to my consternation that the sucker could still be 'in...
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I implore thee to be a bit more merciful by not boring us with these insipid, day-to-day bulletins of the vapid life that you are destined to live. I plead you to either take up issues like communism, religion or such other topics so that we too can contribute to it or to write more of those beautiful passages like the one about mosquitoes in Ranchi or the description of the rainy day that you had once written about. Pleeeeeeease go beyond just one or two sentences. Looking forward to reading more of those literary masterpieces you are so famous for and the sole reason you have so many flies buzzing around this heap of garbage.