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A lesson

The Honda City brushed the vegetable laden cart, which was standing on side of a somewhat busy road.

Down he got from the car, removed his goggles, headed towards the seemingly malnourished vendor and grabbed him by his collar.

"Saale, tu khud ko samajhta kya hai. Sadak kya tere baap ki hai"

"Saab, meri koi galti nahi ... Wo to aapki gaddi ..."

"Saale, zabaan ladaata hai ... Teri to ..."

Raaapppppppppppatttttt >--Slap No. # 1--<

"Saab, lekin ..."

Satttttttttttttttakkkkkkkk >--Slap No. # 2--<


"Saab ..."

"Aur aukaad mein reh ..."

He grabbed the vendor by his collar, blurted out some words of which only the abuses were clearly audible and went back to his car to join his group of relatives, who were waiting for him to go for a shopping spree, all in awe of the command and control he had over the people.
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  1. Arvind Iyer11:28 PM, April 13, 2008

    fiction ?

    (I hope so).

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  2. Nikesh Rathi9:56 AM, April 14, 2008

    Yeah ... 89.47% fiction

    (I just saw a man getting down from a car and hitting somebody on side of the road!)

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  3. Kanan1:47 AM, April 15, 2008

    Yikes!
    A lesson? for whom?

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  4. Nikesh Rathi3:11 PM, April 15, 2008

    @ Kanan

    Make your own inferences!

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  5. Anonymous1:03 PM, April 16, 2008

    Hey Nikesh....
    Some of ur posts, like this one, make me wonder, how you write about such phony things, without preaching what is right or wrong....

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  6. Anonymous2:19 PM, April 16, 2008

    @Nikesh: Brilliant!!!

    @silencekilled: Some things i guess are better left unsaid. Its for you to feel them! That is why I guess he gives anecdotes rather than mere preaching!!!

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  7. Nikesh Rathi7:48 PM, April 16, 2008

    @Nova - Thanks

    @Silencekilled - People are the best judge ... And as Nova said some things are better left unsaid!

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