‘Am I talking to Mr Santhosh Wilson?’, the HR guy asked courteously. ‘Yes, may I know whoz online…’ courtesy found to be working well with me too.

‘I’m Naveen from Global Heights consultancy. Sir, I have a job vacancy, which would suit you better than your current profile…May I know whether you are looking for a job switch? ‘

‘Please carry on… ‘ I suggested.

‘The opening is with one of the leading Content Editing company in the town…they are looking for a Senior Editor to lead their content team… ‘

‘Mr Naveen…’, I interrupted. ‘The matter is that I ‘m not so keen on Editing…I mean, I just like to do advertising concepts and writing related to that… ‘

‘You mean, this job is not for you??’ His enthusiasm had lowered to a kind of monotonic veracity.

‘Yes…’

But his next shot came very instantly. ‘But I’m sure, you can refer me one of your friends who might fit this vacancy.’

‘Oh sure…’ I browsed my memory. ‘I have a friend whose name is Amar…you can contact him at 9820…’

I couldn’t finish as his reply swirled in between; ‘I have contacted one Amar already… ‘

‘Is it Amar Negi ? ‘ And I was not at all curious about the response.

But what came out was something very unpredicted…. ‘YES……AND IT IS THE SAME GUY WHO GAVE ME YOUR NUMBER……..’

‘Hello….err…Pardon….!!! ??? ‘

There was a farmer named Gopalan lived in my village. One day, he was going to a nearby stream to take his morning bath.

On the way, he found two snakes mating. Afraid of snakes, he threw a stone to divert them from the pavement. Unfortunately, the stone hit one of the snakes and it died on the spot. In the scurry, the other snake disappeared somewhere.
Though saddened by his instinctive act, Gopalan proceeded towards the stream. But a gloom of vengeance was following him…a few feet behind.

The time he stepped on to the river, something struck him from behind. It was the other snake, which had lost its mate. Before him drawing enough time to think, the snake nibbled him... sinking its teeth deep into his thighs.

Gopalan screamed! Beyond trees, walls, fields and people….

He tried pulling the snake out. But it pained him more and more. Blood started spurting like a spray.

Gopalan felt dizziness as he found things around him fading. He fell down.

One of the men carried a knife with him. He pulled the snake with one hand and cut it into two. With pain, Gopalan opened his eyes. He said…’it was my mistake…I killed its mate….’ And he closed his eyes. It never opened again.

It was a non-poisonous snake. But he died because of a nerve breakdown.

With a charming insolence, the steam carried away the red drops of that great revenge.

By the way, there is one guy I wanted you to meet. He is my own brother. Brand Name, Vinod Matthew Wilson.

Describing his heroics is pretty difficult and I ‘m a bit sleepy now, so lemme tell you one of his several grand ‘blunderful’ spoofs.

He was around 5 years old when he gave birth to this cute bungle that we still haunt to get an inspired laugh whenever coming together.

It was the time of our forefathers’ feast. All the big-small, bigger-smaller, biggest-smallest members in the family were gathered there in our ancestral house. Forefathers’ feast is an important occasion for the family because, more than remembering the deceased fellows, it played a convincing role in bringing all the family members together for sometime.

Yes, this day we all prayed for the ancestors’ souls. As usual, my grandmother wept for sometime remembering her lost children, father and mother. After this, it was the time for the grand lunch.

Before any ‘living member’ tasting the food, dinner, properly served, would be offered to the departed souls specially in a remote room. It was the job of the eldest member of the family. My grandpa had done this reverentially and he came out after closing the door.

Sometime later, while we children were eating in another room, there heard a screech followed by crumbs of laughter. The source of laughter was well known to us, as our grandpa had been gifted with a great sense of humor and we guys used to hear him laughing at every other minute for something or the other. But now, at this moment what had made him laugh in a mirth?

We forgo the food and ran.

At the ancestors’ room we saw my little bro standing amused in front of the humor-stricken grandfather. With a slight coyness, Grandpa had pointed towards the room. Though smelled a rat, we kept our reverence in due extent as we were going to peep into the esteemed haven of forefathers.

There we saw, but to our wariness, a group of dogs eating the dinner ceremoniously. What a pity???

By this time our grandma came with a small cane and the uninvited guests ran away.

But still, the grandpa was going like a “brakeless bus.” Laughter, another laughter and another and another…’Gone mad’, Grandma hinted in a sulk.

Later in the day he confessed us the top secret that drove him eccentric.

That my brother, who was watching the dogs eating the foods, had then asked him, “Grandpa grandpa, your papa and mamma had tails or what???