Mrs. Pammi's Escort Service

Mr D. S Sinha had never tried anything out of the ordinary in his life that could certify as bold and would have probably never tried anything out of the ordinary in his life, except that opportunity presented itself to him in the strangest manner.

He had a desk job but strangely one fine day he was assigned by his superior to visit a peripheral town somewhere in Punjab to settle a few details for a new branch of their company.

He was always accompanied by his wife wherever he went, but strangely, this time she excused herself citing the vaguest of reasons.

He was a well traveled man who had family, friends and acquaintances all over the country but strangely the town he was directed to visit was off his network radar and he was blissfully friendless and foe-less for three glorious days – a dream come true for every married man.

He was supposed to contact a man from their company, but strangely the contact was delayed for three more days and Mr Sinha had nothing better to do but cool his heels at company’s expense for three whole days.

SMS (Social media shunner) Problem

Did I tell you I was a qualified doctor? Alright a correction ! Did I tell you that I am a certified doctor, whether I am qualified or not however remains to be seen or not to be seen as the case maybe. So whenever it slips out that I am a medic or whenever I try to act as one, it is but natural to invite some queries by laymen, acquaintances etc etc about their ailments, real or imaginary and ask for medical advice which they have no intention ever to follow. Why? Because a free advice is never to be taken , only asked for.
However this is not about my laments or rants.
Actually I was trying to share a strange conversation I had with a random stranger which started when it slipped out that I was a medic. The conversation was an eye opener in itself and showed an aspect that we tend to overlook in our bid to fit the bill in everything and every place.

Here is the reproduction of the conversation ...somewhat!

"So you are a doctor? You don't look like one you know...I mean you seem so hip and dynamic.."
(So great! who told you my Lady , that doctors are slow, sloth and sloppy? )

SICK Commenting

Sick commenting! Sounds dreadful right? But halt! It is nothing about diseases or ailments. Nor am I trying to malign any breed or creed of homo sapiens who very frequently indulge in commenting and complimenting at whatever that might catch their fancy, which spells to almost everything.

SICK here means.. Should I reveal? Well its ok I guess to share this little secret of a very secret society.

Have you noticed, many a time, how people comment with flair and lovely words and emoticons on social media posts while you are at it with your measly supply of "awesome, nice, lovely". The difference is so stark that you almost delete your own comment or go for the easiest  way out - Just like the posts at random.

My movie deaths !

No , that was not a spell error! I am not remembering my dates, but I am actually remembering my movie dates, - the strange experiences that I had , all thanks to the various assorted company I used to be with while going for movies. Thanks to that wide varied experiences, I can in fact write a treatise on the subject of type of movie goers.
Well not exactly a treatise but surely a blogpost I can attempt , from my collections of stories of weird behaviour patterns.