Sep 23, 2008 06:35 PM
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(Updated Sep 23, 2008 06:41 PM)
Remember the dude who eagerly lifted his T shirt to reveal the site of his *open-dicks* operation to me last year? [ https://mouthshut.com/review/Education_as_Business-123635-1.html ] Yeah, the same guy who was last seen selling ‘english’ to gullible job seekers and who even offered me a 10% commission for all referrals to his ‘engilsh classes’! Well…I ran into him again last week.
He had closed down his English classes this March, as by then, most of his pupils had probably figured out that they weren’t any better off either in the job or in the ***merrij*** market with their accents, and that none of the ***coal*** centres were willing to ***coal *****them even for an interview.
Unconfirmed reports emanating from the *chowkidaar* of our building even suggested that one evening, just before our tutor was about to close for the day, a few of his students had accosted him, quietly pushed him back in the shop, closed the doors and then proceeded to pay him a rather hefty *guru dakshina* of the most gruesome kind(guru-some kind.eh?).
The consequences being a black eye and a noticeable limp detected the next day which he expectedly attributed to a fall from the stairs at his home. By the next week, he had truly ***raped**** up*(wrapped up) his classes and was gone. Nothing was heard of him in the following months and it was assumed that he had headed for greener pastures among the teeming suburbs of Jaipur, trying to sell his ideas to the innocent dreamers who looked to the skyline of Jaipur with bloated hopes and aspirations.
But here he was now, right there in front of my eyes and looking every bit cheerful and chubby. Why, he’d even managed to add a few pounds to his paunch and looked quite satisfied with life. He greeted me with a loudish “***Hell-low*** doxaab!”
I returned his *hell-low* forthwith and said that I was quite pleased to see him. After the preliminary chit chat, I told him that his abrupt departure had robbed the neighbourhood of a truly visionary philanthropist. Sensing that I might start delving into the circumstances which led to his *raping up* the business suddenly, he changed the topic. But not before he told me that he had found the entire business of trying to teach English to a bunch of rscals a thankless one, and that he had given up on the idea after consulting the whole thing with his wife and his inner ***shelf***(self).
So what was he upto now? It was difficult for me to suppose that he had entirely given up the teaching business. But, as he told me, he was successfully running a clothes store in downtown Jaipur, selling the usual stuff…ready***mad***shirt-***paints***, ***bun-arsi*** sarees*, ****bad-shits*****(both single and double) and sundry other merchandise. He had hooked up with a garment manufacturer who supplied him colourful hand printed ***badshits*** of the finest quality, or so he told me. “Very smooth and silky”, he had proffered to add.
I enquired if he ever thought of returning to the business of running English coaching classes. “No doxaab, no ***die-virgin*** now. I only concentrate on garment ***bijness***.” He was talking about not succumbing to diversions. But suddenly I felt jealous of him. For the smooth and silky stuff he sold, God knows how many virgins he had dying for him!
His cellphone rang once. A missed call. He glanced at the number and immediately proceeded to take leave. “Doxaab I will go now. ***Misease*** calling.” I observed that his pronunciation of *misease* was remarkably similar to that of *disease. *I didn’t know however, if, he privately equated one with the other! Flashing a broad smile, he gave me his business card. “Next time you ***purchej badshit***, come to my ***soap***. I will give you ***metching pee-loo*** cover in 50% discount.” He was gone before I could even thank him for the offer.
But he was polite enough to tell me where he was going. “To my son’s school. To attend parent teacher ***mating…***.”
Lucky guy!
Thud.
*Moral of the story
Proper market research is essential for succeeding in business. An unscheduled mating is a bonus;)*
