The company bus
Prelude: Friends, Romans, countrymen...not my mistake. I was so taken into work, (body, soul and all) that all i got to write down was the title before my GL called me for a critical meeting. Still i didn't click on the [Publish] button. Blogger.com is playing a prank on me, publishing my draft. Since it got published and i can't stand the thought that i might lose my sincere readers, im now content to write some content.
My trepidation for precipitation obliged me to take the company bus. There is another reason as well. As my loyal fans would remember there is girl in our company, very beautiful, very delectable, very curvaceous, very likable and very married....upon whom i have an eye for. An eye would be an understatement of the century. I would merry give worlds for her. I just took the first step and joined the bus in the hope that someday the only seat empty on that bus would be the one next to her and i have to content myself sitting there. Me being an Engineer, I calcualted the probability of that event: taking into account the average number of people, the variance in the number, the humidity, the amount of oil in the bus and hazar technical details and it came up to be 0.00005383(pretty stiff, huh?). I glowed that it was a greater than zero and probably more than that of India winning an Olympic gold.
The name `Smitha` is working. The `Profile Views` has rocketed to 114, while my fellow bloggers are still clinging on to their dear 32 views. But im sure they must have immediately closed the window when they see male against Gender. Whoever have done this, i swear, will not die a peacful death.
Okie, i gotto go catch the 7:30 bus back home. Who knows, she might call me Smitha.
My trepidation for precipitation obliged me to take the company bus. There is another reason as well. As my loyal fans would remember there is girl in our company, very beautiful, very delectable, very curvaceous, very likable and very married....upon whom i have an eye for. An eye would be an understatement of the century. I would merry give worlds for her. I just took the first step and joined the bus in the hope that someday the only seat empty on that bus would be the one next to her and i have to content myself sitting there. Me being an Engineer, I calcualted the probability of that event: taking into account the average number of people, the variance in the number, the humidity, the amount of oil in the bus and hazar technical details and it came up to be 0.00005383(pretty stiff, huh?). I glowed that it was a greater than zero and probably more than that of India winning an Olympic gold.
The name `Smitha` is working. The `Profile Views` has rocketed to 114, while my fellow bloggers are still clinging on to their dear 32 views. But im sure they must have immediately closed the window when they see male against Gender. Whoever have done this, i swear, will not die a peacful death.
Okie, i gotto go catch the 7:30 bus back home. Who knows, she might call me Smitha.
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