Real short post. Worth blogging about, though.
The scene is our office cafeteria, where a few friends and I are sitting around and generally shooting the crap, as a particular Holden Caulfield would frequently say.
friend: Dude, we need to start something on our own. Lets get outta here.
(It is noteworthy to mention here that friend is a dude)
me: watch Lock,Stock.
(friend gives major dirty look)
m: I am serious man, its got some brilliant marketing idea.
(dear Reader, if you don’t know what I am talking about, please watch the movie)
f: No dude, lets start something tech, in the IT field.
m: Easier said than done! You need hajjar capital.
f: No problem man, there are lots of places where you can get capital from.
m: Who’ll give you the cash, your father-in-law?
f: yeah!!
m: Who is your f-i-l?
f: Azim Premji!!
m: He ain’t got no daughters, only sons!!!
f: Same difference.
Now, end of post.
what arbit, yaar.
my verification string was less arbit than this post i say. jk. hehe. has me in splits.. prem j(a)i !!
bitch!
i’m not recruiting you when i have a company of my own.
@ TB – if it is max arbit, don’t put read.
@ Kutty – Premjai ki Ji. Ob, Prem ki jai too!!
@ Prem – please dude, I want a job in your exalted company. Don’t shut the door on me. Unless you are prepared for the prospect of a hostile takeover.
peewcujn (WTF!!)
i had the pleasure of witnessing this
to shredder’s dismay, that means having at least one witness to validate the post’s authenticity 
prem ka jai – premji