A
boily tale
It was with great
trepidation that mallu Raju started on his mission of girl-seeing.
‘Her dad is a strict
professor’, said his tamil friend Samy, ‘He talks only Science crap!’
‘ Her uncle is an ex-army
guy –tough as nails’,said his mallu friend, the Nair .
Added to his misery was
a big painful boil right ‘there’.
After greeting Raju and his
friends, the would be dad-in–law cleared his throat and asked,even before they
could be seated, ‘ So I am sure you know the great guy who made all the gas
laws?’
By the time, Raju-whose
worst fears seemed to have come true -could
answer, the fierce uncle bawled out, ‘ Sit down!’
While mallu and tamily
immediately plunked down, Raju kept standing.
‘Sit down’,commanded armyman
again and this time Raju bleated out feebly, ‘excuse me,b.b.boil.’
The science freak
immediately beamed his appreciation and said,’See, I told you he is a genius-he
answered correctly-Boyle!’.
Before Raju could breathe a
sigh of relief, the jealous tamil said loudly, ‘Ayyeah,he said baayil,nat
boyle!’
Then he clarified further,
‘He has a baayil, a big one- down there .That’s why not sitting.’
To make things perfectly
clear, he pointed in the right direction.
Before sciency could grasp
what was happening,the military gent who had a fertile imagination, fell down
in a dead swoon.
‘Oll’s well that ends
well’,said Nair, as they returned without a glimpse of the girl.
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