Agony and Ecstasy of an abbreviation

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Mr. Sharma felt proud to see his fellow passengers not pushing each other while entering a compartment of a train. He got a corner seat without any struggle and peeped out of a window as if he could see Singapore coming to India. But his dream skyline vanished when a hyperactive college group entered the compartment.

The group seemed to have come straight from an M.TV studio. All of them were in the latest jeans, jackets, and colourful mufflers hanging around their necks. Their accessories talked about their often visits to a jewellers shop than to a barber’s shop. The XXL size rug sacks behind their backs gave them a mistaken identity of the globetrotters. They entered, squatted on the floor of the compartment and continued their conversation. One of them with a constipated expression on his face, said, “My god damn Chem. class fucked me completely!” The other one said, “Chill. Wanna go for a movie?” he was stopped by the third guy’s sharp reaction” guys! No way. I’m broke.” The fourth snapped his fingers and said with eureka style,”R.C. suits us all”.

The word “R.C” caught the attention of Mr. Sharma. For him, Royal Challenge brand of whisky is a luxury that can be enjoyed by those who have achieved success in life. College Students having R.C. - the very thought made him paranoid. He was all set to save the sinking ship of traditional values and getting ready with his rescue strategies.

“R.C. c’mon! … Move your ass man.” The sharp voice from that group brought Mr. Sharma back to his senses. He looked out of the window and saw a familiar graphic of a female at Rajeev Chowk station welcoming all the metro train passengers. He hurriedly stood up and walked out of the metro train.

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D Writer said…
interesting twist in the end......
January 17, 2009 at 1:28 AM
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