Wednesday, March 31

The three someones of the two states of my life - a Shenoy

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It was another Friday evening. Naren, 'Chuck' and Krish celebrated one year of moving 'to onsite', or specifically the Netherlands with yet another evening of alcohol, games and office gossip.

"Man", said Naren. "The appraisals are a real bitch this time. I sucked up all year to the guy sitting in Kolkata, but it turns out that it's Boss, who sits next to my cubicle, who will appraise me. And he thinks that I have an attitude problem."

"That sucks!", Chuck and Krish echoed.

"Yeah, not just that. He says he's going to rate me 'Excellent, but in an ordinary way'. This will postpone my promotion by two years. I don't even know if it's worth staying here anymore."

At this point, Chuck who got tipsy and emotional even with the idea of consuming alcohol exclaimed, "I feel for ya buddy! I really feel for ya!"

Then he said something they didn't expect, "You should threaten that bastard with his life."

"How can he do that? Boss stays 50 km away and the moment Naren wakes up tomorrow, he will be too chicken to say anything against Boss", Krish asked, realistic as always.

"I know a way", Chuck declared, and proceeded to lift a dart from a pockmarked board behind the door.

Before the others knew what was happening, Chuck hurled it with all his strength at the window.

To everyone's surprise, the dart shattered the double-paned glass and traveled like a missile before lodging itself in a tree, nearly half a mile away. Krish and Naren looked at Chuck agape.

"This is all you need to do, Naren. Take a couple of more swigs, write a note to Boss and throw it with all your might. Heck, I'll even write the note for you."

After drinking another half a bottle of the Absinthe and meditating on Boss' face, Naren threw a dart from his house. Feeling a little stupid, he went to sleep.

The next morning Boss called Naren to his cabin.

"Naren, I am in mortal fear. I don't know how you got a dart next to my bed, but I have no choice but to believe your note that you can throw a poison-tipped dart at me from any distance. This is blackmail Naren, you know it. However, you leave me no choice but to recommend you for a promotion and change your rating to 'Excellent in an excellent way'. Just stop threatening me, I beg of you."

Naren bounded out of Boss' room and called Krish and Chuck for an emergency coffee meeting to tell them what happened. "How on earth were we able to hurl darts across such long distances last night, Chuck? What was the trick?"

Chuck smiled his crooked smile and said, "Absinthe makes the dart throws stronger."

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For those who don't know, why this is called a 'Shenoy', it's named after the famous Narendra Shenoy. Some Shenoys here and here. You can find many more on his blog.

8 comments:

  1. It is an honour to:

    1. Feature on Daily Humor
    2. Be featured in a Shenoy
    3. Help said Shenoy to get a promotion
    4. Come to Netherlands and be seated at the same table as you

    I'm assuming the Chuck you meant in the post was me :P

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  2. Dude, what made you think it was you. ;)

    What is the point no 4? I don't get it at all.

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  3. *blush* Honoured! And true groaner it is! Thanks! I liked the title too. :D

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  4. Naren: You honour us by lending your esteemed surname to such triviality.

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  5. enjoyed this.

    also very chaten bhagatesque post

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  6. enjoyed this.

    also very chaten bhagatesque post

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  7. *blush* Honoured! And true groaner it is! Thanks! I liked the title too. :D

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