Random Tales

kpwrites #5

Tosef welped and jumped two feet high. His old nemesis had turned the whole floor unstandable. Tosef knew it was just the beginning and his old dread was back. He looked at Josef and pleaded for help but Josef’s eyes were filled with a mania that Tosef revolted from. Josef was possessed and Tosef’s plea was falling on deaf ears. He put Tosef in a box and started to fill the box with the liquid.

The thick liquid that had covered the floor slowly started to touch Tosef’s feet. It was warm like an acid and Tosef knew soon he would start to melt. Josef pushed Tosef further into the floor of the box. Tosef closed his eyes and finally accepted his fate and let out a lament in low tone – his final wail.

Fifteen minutes later Tosef was covered in linen and Josef was rubbing him vigorously. He couldn’t believe he survived the acid. Maybe Josef heard the wail and came to his senses. Tosef got excited and got himself free of the linen and ran around the house.

“Damn Tosef, stop running around. I just gave you a bath,” cried Josef holding a wet towel in his hand.

Tales of a Clumsy Girl

#8 Pay Me Not!

Mansi decided that life isn’t worth living. She had shouted, screamed and cried but nothing could change the inevitable. She hadn’t slept properly for days and she had even forgotten all her relationships because of this and yet, she hadn’t found success.

“We are working on it.” She heard every time she called Airbnb customer care.

“Let me tell you what the issue is,” Mansi started telling the customer care person what the bug in their system was and how they can fix it. The customer care respondent – definitely not a coder – listened patiently while checking her canned response number 53 and repeated it with utmost courtesy.

“Urgghhh. Listen, you…” Mansi started but before she could continue, the phone was snatched from her.

“You shouldn’t talk like this with them.”

“Can you believe them? I’m trying to pay them to book the rooms. I literally want to pay them money and they aren’t ready to take it. Morons!” Mansi roared.

“Don’t worry. It’s a corporation. They will find a way to take our money.”

“Yeah. Let’s hope we aren’t sleeping on the streets when we reach Rome,” Mansi said and tried to pay through the website again.

Tales of a Clumsy Girl

#7 Elevator Escalation

“Defender is the worst product ever,” Mansi said chomping down on her eggs.

“What?” She asked looking at the stunned faces in front of her.

“Nothing. I was just saying that he worked in Defender before.” Mansi’s colleague said pointing towards his left. The person on the left had his hand frozen trying his best to smile.

“Oh, I didn’t mean it that way. Windows defender is still better than Update software,” Mansi said in full damage control.

“I worked in Update after Defender,” he said finally chewing up his food. The color drained from Mansi’s face and the whole table roared with laughter.

“I hate this,” Mansi said to her friend as they entered the elevator.

“Hate what? Saying wrong things at the wrong time.” Her friend said laughing.


“It’s okay. Now, focus on the project.”

“Thanks for reminding about that,” Mansi seethed.

“You are welcome. Why the long face?” The friend said amused.

“You know why? I hate Neha.”

On cue, the door opened and in front of Mansi stood Neha. Neha went inside the elevator as Mansi came out.

“Why does this happen to me? I hate this.” Mansi wailed.