Guess the Rest!!!!

It had been a busy morning, and I was late to work. Hurrying down the lane, flashing polite smiles to familiar faces (My neighbours) the only thought on my mind was, 'catching' an auto-rickshaw, when suddenly I just stopped short of bumping into someone.
I looked up to see a tall, young, handsome dude, a naughty smile playing on his lips. I gave him an irritated look, as if to say, get-out-of-my-way, but he didn't budge an inch. Au contraire, he extended his hand, still smiling. As if by magic my hand went to meet his. I tried to stop myself, but it was too late. What the hell is going on? I looked at him with an uncertain look, I was unsettled with the sudden developments. My mind was screaming, "Aren't you late? What do you think you are doing shaking hands with this stranger?"
I looked at him for answers. He was still smiling insolently. Finally he broke his silence. "Hello...

Now I leave it to your imagination. You have to guess what happened next. The contest winners will be awarded with Gmail Invites. (Hehehehe! Jusssssssst kidding! )
There won't be any prizes for guessing...

Class Act!!!

Recess time is usually the time when kids in my class crowd around and we have great fun. Today one of my kids came upto me, and this is what followed.

Smart Alec: Miss, can I ask you a riddle?
Me: OK
Smart Alec: How was the rat able to fly?
Me ( ponders for a while) : Uhmm...Don't know..Why don't you tell me?
Smart Alec: Because it ate Lite Biscuits.
Me: Oh! ( I don't watch too many advertisements anyway)
Smart Alec: How was the snake able to fly?
Me: (Smiling triumphantly): Because it ate the Parle lite Biscuits?
Smart Alec: ( Shaking her dead in dismay) Nooo! Because it ate the rat.
Me : Oh Ok! ( That was easy, I should have guessed. Silly me)
Smart Alec: Ok Miss, now guess how was the eagle able to fly?
Me: That's easy, because it ate the snake?
Smart Alec: ( Laughing) Wrong again! It flew because it had wings!
Me: .............................( Stumped)

An apple a day...

An excruciating pain in my knee (thanks to the fall I had in December) and an eye infection made it absolutely necessary for me to see a doctor. And since the one that I usually consult, is out for his annual vacation, I had to condescend to consult one of the lesser-known doctors in this area.

The dispensary was a small dingy space built in a godforsaken garage. The place was so full of grim looking people, as though they were mulling over some dreadful disease that they had contracted. It was as though they would be in for some grave punishment if they would smile. There were all sorts of people there ranging from an old frail looking woman, to a kid with a runny nose:P. All of them except the kid were staring non-stop at the floor as if they expected something to emerge out of it any instant. The only noise that could be heard was the intermittent whining of the kid, and the gloomy ticks of the clock, almost as if it was the final countdown to doomsday. ( I was tempted to crack a joke or something to break the silence)But the only things interested in a conversation were the mosquitoes buzzing all around the place. They were there, almost as if to ensure the inflow of patients, who would have to return to treat themselves for malaria or dengue:( ( Some novel marketing strategy, eh? Like the doctor in one of my previous posts)

The doctor was taking his own sweet time to examine each patient (I guess that was to build up a heavy waiting list in order to maintain his 'in demand' reputation. (Something I learnt from the book, As the Crow Flies -Jeffrey Archer. Go slow when there are a few customers, to make the place look full).

At last it was my turn to enter the doctor's den. The doctor was a douce, old man. After I told him about my eye, he fished out his magnifying glass. (yes, a magnifying glass) to have a closer look at it. He took his own time, pulling at my eyelids this way, and now that as if it was made of rubber. He prescribed a few medicines and with a somber look, directed me to meet the Compounder. On my way out, his Compounder (one of those thin men with oily hair, with drops of oil streaming down the forehead, and glasses so thick, that would put a soda bottle to shame) handed me a few queer looking pills, which he was packing neatly in small packets and marking them painstakingly and doling out lots of instructions at the same time.

To cut a long story short, I finally was able to get out of the sullen place they dared to call a dispensary. Whew! And boy, was I glad! We need more of those cheerful doctors, the kind that would drive an illness away with a lively smile?

I am taking a sabbatical from blogging until my eye heals. So there won't be any new posts from me for a few days. And as they say, "I'll be right back, after the break!!!"