Self-importance?

Self-importance?

And my friends thought I was VELLA. But there are others who score more than me on this and keep me in good humour. But usually vella giri is the favourite pastime of my ilk, but to my surprise I found that even a top boss of an agency is completely vella. Not that he was ever busy otherwise! As it happened it, he met an ex-colleague of mine and offered her a job. Nothing wrong or being vella about that. During the enchanting conversation, my ex-colleague asked him about me. All HELL BROKE LOSE. He went on ‘female dogging’ about me till my ex-colleague couldn’t take it any more. He was POLITELY told by her that she did not like hearing anything about me and that she will definitely not join his agency. I am feeling good…there are people who ‘female dog’ about me. Oh by the way, he was of the view that I “PUBLISHED” one of his personal letter. Dude you could have called me to say that you are desperate to be on my blog….I would have definitely obliged. I don’t recall any letter from him detailing his ORAL GRATIFICATION…or am I mixing him with old chap Bill. Naaaaaaah Billy is much more classy and can hold both his team and oral gratifiers with élan.

I was made to jharu lagao the floor on the last day of last year. Of-course I did NOT go to the Golden Temple to do community service. It happened right under my nose….I mean my foot in my house. But it was a chilled out afternoon. Weather wise also. My dear friends turned up for lunch and the FAKE ones stayed away. The camera of a friend has done immense justice to my otherwise “HOMELY” face. Must invite him to lunch again. NOT the couple but only the CAMERA.

I have decided to tie the knot this year, if not for life than around my neck! Do I sound BONG enough of Saddam like!

Have a great year and keep on reading CHAMURIADDA