attempts at humour

My reverie was broken by urgent summons from my father ,upon presenting myself, he produced a letter and asked " why possibly would your hod seek my presence in college". I blurted out something like " perhaps about my exemplary conduct at college" .I went on to say it wouldn't warrant his attendance before the hod. But to my dismay , old man was not to be put off. Had it been any other day I would have certainly done a bunk with alacrity. But now circumstances required my presence too. So on that day , I was pacing up and down the corridor , wondering why men like Hod weren't cloistered up in a slammer. I don't know what transpired between them , but my father came out, very apoplectic , incoherently muttering something like " wait till you get home". Any other greenhorn would have done a runner , it would be ignoble for a veteran like me.Then mustering up all pluck I went meet the old nick, bracing myself for the inevitable bollocking. A very sombre Hod after flitting cursorily over some paper said " ranganathan on account of your truancy , I am afraid you won't be writing your semester. And there I was like over the moon , for I was just absolved from the obligation of pretending to bone up. Strangely it was the Hod who seemed very sorry , as if stricken with remorse . Next day found me perked up , in high spirits though little black and blue courtesy my father. Later in college Hod met me looking extremely contrite he said " I can sit for my exams, utterly flabbergasted I thanked the devil incarnate.

koadaikanal trek 1

my trip with shadows club. It was an evening in kodai, conditions most agreeable for a brisk jaunt, surprising most of my bovver gang too developed itchy feet. So all we cronies set forth towards a distant falls. En route we were cautioned by good-natured souls to be wary of bisons .Bisons ,they said weren't of a kindly disposition, and take particular delight in goring men.Though extremely disconcerted by these sanguinary pursuits of bisons , we, nevertheless pressed on for the code of conduct of shadows proscribed such backtracking. I was particularly perplexed, as I was not known to fleeter of feet, but I had great confidence in lissomness of one of my chums who propitiously weighed a mighty hundred kilos. I and Ona keep the lead, while the rest of party laggardly brought up the rear. Then all of a sudden , ona frantically gesticulating to me , dashed off hell for leather. Now I knew all this would only mean propinquity of a bison, yet all I saw was a humongous cow placidly ruminating in middle of the track. Rest of the party needless to say ,spurred on by Ona scrammed off to a man and I stood there pondering " how on earth could a man mistake a white jersey cow to a bison". Far more bewildering was " how on earth- with all due respects to anna university- this intellectual managed to get an engg degree ( something that I have been trying for six years) . Back inthe pension boys preened over themselves for pulling off such a near squeak .Ona spent considerable time describing the behemoth proportions of the bison.Later that night a grateful shadows drank the nightcap to the health of Ona.