A Priest dies and is awaiting his turn in line at the Heaven's Gate. Ahead of him is a guy, fashionably dressed, in dark sun glasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket and jeans. God asks him: Please tell me who are you, so that I may know whether to admit you into the kingdom of Heaven or not?
The guy replies: I am Pandi, Auto driver from Chennai! God consults his ledger, smiles and says to Pandi: Please take this silken robe and gold scarf and enter the Kingdom of Heaven ...
Now it is the priest's turn. He stands erect and speaks out in a booming voice: I am Pope's Assistant so and so, Head Priest of the so and so Church for the last 40 years. God consults his ledger and says to the Priest: Please take this cotton robe and enter the Kingdom of Heaven ...
'Just a minute,' says the agonized Priest. 'How is it that a foul mouthed, rash driving Auto Driver is given a Silken robe and a Golden scarf and me, a Priest, who's spent his whole life preaching your Name and goodness has to make do with a Cotton robe?'
'Results my friend, results,' shrugs God. 'While you preached, people SLEPT; but when he drove his Auto, people PRAYED'
Dangling precariously with a part of the body resting on one end of the butt carefully mounted on the driver's seat albeit the scramble of bottoms fidgeting for space, where the slightest movement of muscle could be absolutely fatal.. and the major chunk of the body, recklessly thrown open to the mercy of the ongoing traffic, garnering support from the grip of the arm.. Anchored in such an arresting position, the auto-rickshaw hurtles forward with three people in the front and three at the back.. The fellowship of auto-rickshaw have an unwritten rule or a code of conduct which explicitly states that once the kick rod is pulled and the engine ignited, there is no stopping the rotating wheels, traffic or no traffic, highway or the driver's way, like the incessant rush of the stream circumventing at every barrier on course or taking the barrier along... Keeping to the rule, the jet-focused rider is suddenly diverted with the sound of a fancy ringtone...
"Anthe na!!!!!!!! (Is that all???? )
"Inkem kaavali... (What else do you want?? ) " The irony of it....
He frantically begins to dig into his pocket nearly putting an end to my journey throwing me off board.. He finds a missed call on his cellphone.. Who could that be at this hour of duty??? It could be the president of China waiting for his command to launch an attack on India.!!! Those sinister hands, a puppeteer to the fate of fellow commuters, executes the command typing a message in response thereby extending his reign of power over the entire nation. That was the peak of what my dwindling optimism could take and I finally resorted to remembering God and His divine intervention to help me get to the destination without losing either of my buttocks.
Now I am here, alive butt-safe and kicking, sharing this adventurous anecdote of my auto-rickshaw ride from Hitech city to JNTU.
Perhaps its God's menacing but benign ways, through the noble auto-driver, to steers us into the path of divinity and fond remembrance..
God Bless!!
The guy replies: I am Pandi, Auto driver from Chennai! God consults his ledger, smiles and says to Pandi: Please take this silken robe and gold scarf and enter the Kingdom of Heaven ...
Now it is the priest's turn. He stands erect and speaks out in a booming voice: I am Pope's Assistant so and so, Head Priest of the so and so Church for the last 40 years. God consults his ledger and says to the Priest: Please take this cotton robe and enter the Kingdom of Heaven ...
'Just a minute,' says the agonized Priest. 'How is it that a foul mouthed, rash driving Auto Driver is given a Silken robe and a Golden scarf and me, a Priest, who's spent his whole life preaching your Name and goodness has to make do with a Cotton robe?'
'Results my friend, results,' shrugs God. 'While you preached, people SLEPT; but when he drove his Auto, people PRAYED'
Dangling precariously with a part of the body resting on one end of the butt carefully mounted on the driver's seat albeit the scramble of bottoms fidgeting for space, where the slightest movement of muscle could be absolutely fatal.. and the major chunk of the body, recklessly thrown open to the mercy of the ongoing traffic, garnering support from the grip of the arm.. Anchored in such an arresting position, the auto-rickshaw hurtles forward with three people in the front and three at the back.. The fellowship of auto-rickshaw have an unwritten rule or a code of conduct which explicitly states that once the kick rod is pulled and the engine ignited, there is no stopping the rotating wheels, traffic or no traffic, highway or the driver's way, like the incessant rush of the stream circumventing at every barrier on course or taking the barrier along... Keeping to the rule, the jet-focused rider is suddenly diverted with the sound of a fancy ringtone...
"Anthe na!!!!!!!! (Is that all???? )
"Inkem kaavali... (What else do you want?? ) " The irony of it....
He frantically begins to dig into his pocket nearly putting an end to my journey throwing me off board.. He finds a missed call on his cellphone.. Who could that be at this hour of duty??? It could be the president of China waiting for his command to launch an attack on India.!!! Those sinister hands, a puppeteer to the fate of fellow commuters, executes the command typing a message in response thereby extending his reign of power over the entire nation. That was the peak of what my dwindling optimism could take and I finally resorted to remembering God and His divine intervention to help me get to the destination without losing either of my buttocks.
Now I am here, alive butt-safe and kicking, sharing this adventurous anecdote of my auto-rickshaw ride from Hitech city to JNTU.
Perhaps its God's menacing but benign ways, through the noble auto-driver, to steers us into the path of divinity and fond remembrance..
God Bless!!
HAHAhaha ..!!! Although the post is all about your over exaggeration crap ..!! I absolutely loved the post ..!!
After a looong time I found yu funnies :D