A little late I know, but the pics were just lying around and so…

There were showers of blessing that day, and badly ringing ears. We could hear firecrackers going boom all day and night.

Some crazy settings with my camera I suppose, and hence the light delay in the photograph. Cool effect.

A picture of one of our rockets taking off…

And some lights . UFO?

This Monday I got the tickets to Mangalore for attending Naveen’s wedding. In the evening I gave the tickets to Nafisa for safe-keeping. And immediately she said, “Thank God, you gave it to me. Don’t ever think of giving it to Karthik or you will find it in a dust bin”.

To read about that episode you have to read (Un)Lucky in Mumbai.

Scenario:
Karthik calls me when I am at lunch. I am lunching with Anoop, Sanjeeb and Sreejith.

Conversation:
Phone rings…
Me: Hello, solluda (tell me)
Karthik: Dei (Tamil slang for hey), I need J’s number.
Me: Why?
Karthik: Just give bugger
Me: No. You tell me why. Then (emphasis) I’ll give.
Karthik: Kudunna kuda da vennai (If I say give, give bugger)
Me: Oh, ok. I will message her number to you.

Then I take my mobile to send her number. But I am quite pissed off with him for being rude on the call. So I discuss with my buddies and I decide to send someone else’s number to him. I am thinking of some girl’s number to give when we decide to give a guy’s number. So we give Sreejith’s number after some discussion.

So I am typing the email when he calls again. I tell him to keep the phone down so I can finish sending him the message. So message sent now.

After a minute or so Sreejith gets the call from Karthik.
Telephone Coversation: 

Sreejith: Hello!
Karthik: Can I speak to J?
Sreejith: Who is this?
Karthik: I am J’s friend. I want to speak to her.
Sreejith: Why you want to speak to her. You are the same guy who keeps calling her?
Karthik: No, I am her friend. I called her in the morning.
Sreejith: Oh, so you called her in the morning and already she is your friend?
Karthik: No I spoke to her in the morning and I want to speak to her now. So please give the phone to her.
Sreejith: Oh you are the guy who is disturbing her and giving prank calls?
Karthik: No. I am her friend. Now can I pleeeeeeeeeeease talk to her? Where is J?
Sreejith: Why do you want to know? I don’t know who you are.
Karthik: I am her friend. I want to speak to her. Whose number is this?
Sreejith: Its J’s number. So?
Karthik: Where is she now?
Sreejith: She is right beside.
Karthik: Please give the phone to her.
Sreejith: No. She does not want to speak to you.
Karthik: Please ask her.
Sreejith: (asking Sanjeeb nearby) No. She does not know you and she does not want to speak to you.
Karthik: No no. I am her friend. I spoke to her in the morning.
Sreejith: don’t ever call this number again.
Karthik: No no. Please pleaaaaaaaaaaaase. Pleaaaaaaaase listen to me. Pleaaaaaaaase.
Sreejith: (Keeps the phone down)

So we have lunch and we are unable to keep our laughter down.

In the meantime Karthik sends a message to Sreejith’s number. Verbatim: “Hey j what’s the problem? Who is that guy? Can you call me back? This is my tw number if you don’t have. Karthik”
Reply from Sreejith: “Any more prank calls or sms I will call the police. You can temperorly call on 49403839820. You shameless localite”

So we know that Karthik is shitting in his pants. He has no clue who the other person was. All this, when both telephone conversations happening with TV in the background (same program).

Evening, in the car. Anoop, Karthik and I are going back home by car. Midway he opens up about the aforementioned conversation.

His short version is that he called J and he got a cranky guy. And that he had to call N to confirm if J’s number is correct. So N it seems has said it was her old number and it was given to a friend. So Karthik figures that it maybe that guy. And then according to Karthik he had sent a strong message calling the other person “Jackass“. So we confirmed with Karthik if he really used that word. “Oh yes, definitely. I sent the message saying Jackass”. Those were his exact words. I swear!!!

At the end of the day he was never able to get in touch with J. And he has tall claims about what his side of the story was when he didn’t know we KNOW exactly what happened. Hehehehehe!!!

Moral of the story: “Don’t mess with the Chows.”

DRK b’day 2, originally uploaded by Flaming Cyanide.

Kathik never felt older

This year has been a long year of cops and escapades. It all started late December last year. The first trip to the police station. That was a good four hours wasted without too much trouble. And then some months ago on the way to Mysore. That was some trouble due to some stupidity and no mistake of ours. And then now when Karthik’s mobile was stolen yesterday. Right under our noses from our house.

It goes like this. Early morning around 8:30 or so a guy rings the bell and asks if he can wash our bikes for 10 bucks each. It seems he had a very sorry face (I was sleeping as it was early morning for me) and Karthik after consulting with me agreed. I vaguely remember saying ok to Karthik in my sleep. So in he goes to get a bucket of water and gives the bucket to this guy. In the meantime Nafisa had gone to the shop for milk and she noticed that the guy was missing and the bucket still there downstairs. She reports the same to Karthik, who suddenly remembered his mobile which he had kept on the table. And yes, you guessed, it was gone, poye potchu!!! Poor guy. So this guy conned us. Royally.

And then we decided to file an FIR. Which we could do only in the afternoon as we went shopping shortly after. As usual the cops don’t want to file an FIR. For the simple reason that they have to investigate the case once an FIR is filed. How is that? So many excuses from them later and they trying to put the blame on us for ‘negligence’ we got out by getting a complaint acknowledgment letter. Phew!!!

And when Nafisa and I go out to find a tailor, the bike stops in Kammanahalli main road. No petrol. And Karthik’s bike, which I had borrowed, had no fuel when it still was in main. How weird? Karthik’s bike is one weird bike, I swear.

And I also tore my favourite Flying Machine jeans on Karthik’s bike. And I also lost my Zippo (20$) which Gerry boy had given to me last year the same evening. Oh man!!! It was a day of tragedies.

I guess, Karthik’s luck was an all time low yesterday. And since I was with him all day and since I am never lucky anyway I had my share of tragedies too.

But I can laugh at it today. Oh boy! It was an eventful weekend.