14, 40, 86 and dead. Still a Social Servant..!!

My age was 14. I was known for my social service.

Class 9, section ‘A’, 3:30 pm, History class. What fed our ears were- occasional snores, whispered gossips and somewhere in the background the voice of our teacher who was somewhere in a battlefield in or around the 1900’s. Sitting next to me on my left was the school captain. He was staring at his pen with his chin on the bench since more than ten minutes now. I whispered to him- “What did you have for lunch?” Dint get a reply. I bent forward to look at his face. To my astonishment he was sleeping and that too with half an eye open, like a devil. I realised history was better, so opened my ears for some history lessons. Only then I realized that ma’am was actually dictating notes. So, bad luck. I then, looked to the guy on my right, Roshan. He was smiling but sleeping. Weird guy, really. I imagined a bash on his silly face. It felt nice. Then, I scanned around my surrounding benches only to find a few more of such sleeping Einsteins and a few irksome faces giving me a stare as if they saw my face after 500 years. I couldn’t sleep while the sun was out, that was my main problem. Also, I felt bad for the teacher. But mainly, I was known as the guy who had a golden heart.
I took a deep breath, bashed on Roshan’s smiling, sleeping face and immediately stood up and said loud- “ Ma’am I have a doubt.” Roshan looked clueless.

This move was like pouring ice-cold water on sleeping people. Everyone woke up in astonishment. “WTF? Arjun has a doubt?” was the line doing the rounds. A few pinched on my back. “He doubted history? Oh my god!” were also making rounds. Ma’am was almost about to shed tears of joy, but controlled herself and asked- “What’s that doubt, my boy?”

There were [(61*2)+2] eyeballs gaping at me. I looked at my watch, it was about 10seconds for the bell. On the other hand I dint want to disappoint my fans (classmates).

While everyone wondered what could be that mystery behind history that I was about to ask, I looked at ma’am, smiled and asked- “ When is Sports day?” Trrnnggggg.. The bell rang. There was a huge roar in the class and everyone laughed with words like- jackass, stupid, dumbo,…etc emanating from here and there. Ma’am was staring at me with a weird expression as if she had just spotted the joker in a circus and finally said in disgust- “ What stupid bunch of guys these are!” and left the class. Poor lady, she would say nothing worse.
Everyone packed their bags, and while leaving they all said to me- “ Thanks macha, for waking us up. Thanks for the social service.” I thought of giving them flowers but just said- “ That’s my pleasure. Now get lost.”

My age was 40. I was known for social service.

4pm. Me, my mom and my wife. A saree showroom.

For the first time in my life, I was reminded of the fact that I too was just a normal human being and I too make mistakes. I mean, I just couldn’t believe that I was there for saree shopping with two women. I was sitting in the waiting hall since two hours now, while the dangerous duo of ‘daughter-in-law and mother-in-law’ were selecting sarees to purchase. There were two more middle-class gentlemen to my left who also wore expressions of helplessness, waiting for their wives I suppose. I dint know them personally, but we had similar problems at this point of time. That meant we could be friends with just as much as a snap of the finger. Anyway, I stood up and asked them- “ Shall we go have a cup of coffee?” They looked at me as if I said- “ You are released from Central Jail.” We introduced ourselves and left for coffee. We had a nice cup of coffee and a plate of samosas and I paid for it. By the time we strolled back to the showroom, we were like friends forever. The guy at the billing counter was watching the cricket match in his small little portable TV. I requested him to turn his TV slightly towards us and he did so without a word. I bought three cups of flavoured ‘American Corn’ and we all ate while we watched the match. Just as we thought we were enjoying this, my lady parade arrived after purchasing 3 sarees. I said to the gentlemen- “It was nice meeting you, but I’m happy to say I’m the luckiest. I’m the first one to leave” and smiled. They fell to my feet and with tears flowing from their eyes and said- “I can never forget this favour of yours for my lifetime, Sir. I’ll build a temple in your name.” No, they actually dint say that. They just said- “ Thank You Sir. It was a pleasure meeting you. And yeah! Thanks for the social service.”

My age was 86. I was known for social service.

On a hospital bed. Breathing heavily. Lost into thoughts.

After all the ups and downs in life I went back to my native village to spend the rest of my life. My son was one useless human being. One thing he dint do is- kick me out of his house mainly because I came out before he would do it. So, here in my village, the news had spread that I had written a ‘will’ which says- all my property and the fields would go to the farmers of my locality after I die. Every morning, when I sat outside my small house reading a newspaper, I used to be greeted by the farmers passing by with– “Good Morning babuji.” But it sounded more like- “When will you die babuji?”
I also had read somewhere that- “When you've told someone that you've left them a legacy the only decent thing to do is to die at once.”

So here I was, lying in a hospital bed as weak as a dog’s tail and coughing away long and hard. With every minute my breath became shorter, my coughs became louder. Suddenly, I felt the air rushing out of me, I coughed loudly and forcefully and that was my last breath.

Now here I am, dead in the coffin. A farmer came by, spread a garland on my body, came close and cried softly- “ Though you died so late, you left us all with a future and happiness. Thank you babuji.” Though he sounded real, I would have slapped him if I was alive. He continued- “ We farmers will always remember your social service.”
So, my next destination is Heaven, of course. Looking forward for some social service there.

(Now, I hope you don’t have hearts made of stones. So, don’t abuse me for this totally senseless piece of crap. That way, you too would be a social servant ;) )


  Misty Rhythm

January 5, 2009 at 6:16 PM

well ok.i admit. that was strange. heeheh....but a good read nonetheless. is dat how the non-fictional arjun is like? or aspires to be ;)...heheehe
strange. :)

  Akansha Agrawal

January 5, 2009 at 7:22 PM

Well, was the second part i.e. shopping at 40 taken from the real life experience???

Anyway, it's a good read though I don't understand why 'you' did social service only thrice in life...


January 5, 2009 at 7:23 PM

wow wow wow...loved it!!
dat ws really enjoyable n obviously funny!! i dnt need to same tht...it is synonymous wid ur name!!

how do u cum up wid such ideas man?? crazy n sooo funny! was smiling throughout!

i m a BIG fan of ur mast one liners man!! tooooo gud!!

post on WL too...dont deprive the readers there of dis fun!


January 5, 2009 at 7:28 PM


yes strange...... Afterall which of my posts made any sense... Just timepass over some groundnuts.. ;)


Yea of course..... I had mentioned to u abt it as well..
Thanks for dropping by and surviving through.. :)


Oh mera fan..!! Thank u.. ;)

  uchiha teee

January 5, 2009 at 9:37 PM

well buddy , yet another of your " classics " . u livd it n i luvd it ^_^.


January 5, 2009 at 11:57 PM

Will be keen to read more such senseless pieces

  Saket Ranjan

January 6, 2009 at 1:24 AM

I agree with misty rhythm..That was strange!!

But the part where the guy goes for shopping with his mom and wife(that was the strangest part. a saas going for shopping with her bahu:)} reminded me of the Ekta Kapoor sagas and days when I had to miss so many football matches because of her saas bahu drama.Thankfully no more.

And whats this farmer and will thing. You could have done a lot better(I expect that from you).

Anyways,it was a nice read as always. Keep Writing!!!


January 6, 2009 at 2:12 AM

But it sounded like when u will die Bapuji :)
I want you to write daily happenings with u, with same ingredients of humour.


January 6, 2009 at 5:09 AM

heyy no...it was nothing kinda crap...i liked it!


January 6, 2009 at 10:22 AM


Buddy, u r like totally influenced with those saas bahu things uh...!! I dont think the situation is that worse in real life... Cant they go shopping...?? :P

Regulars to my blog are used to such stuff i suppose... A few more posts n u too will get used to my no-brainers.. ;)
Thanks buddy.... :)


January 6, 2009 at 10:24 AM


Thank u thank u... ;)


u r fed up with fiction uh??


Am glad.. ^_^ ^_' ^_^

  Comfortably Numb

January 6, 2009 at 11:08 AM

Social Service. On a serious note...It gives peace of mind like anything.


January 6, 2009 at 11:13 AM

Yeah I know.....

By this humorous post- I am not intending to insult 'Social Service'... just for the fact.. :)



January 6, 2009 at 12:41 PM


now u know y i particulary selected u for tht award??

i enjoyed it thorowly :D

besides, i doubt in class 9, students wont utter words like WTF :P or am i struck in older times??

and when u'll be 40, will sarees still be in fashion?? :D

  ~ Dip ~

January 6, 2009 at 2:03 PM

heheh your posts guarantee entertainment :)

laughed at "when will you die babuji?" lol

men get so bored shopping with us? awww...yeah all men should carry portable tvs and watch the games

  Kaber Vasuki

January 6, 2009 at 4:53 PM

Well, the plot was good enough, imaginative as usual, even better maybe, but the humour was a let down. Not your best definitely. Are you tamil, because you said Macha

and do check this out when you have the time.


January 6, 2009 at 7:23 PM


Thanks for the award Richa..!! ^_^
And .. U dont know abt school kids nowadays.... hehe.. WTF is nothing, u know...
Sarees will remain atleast in south India and atleast for occasions.. :)
Thank ya once again... :)


yeah.. also a 'face wash' and toothpastes... hehe.. jus kiddin.. ;)

Thank You.. :)


January 6, 2009 at 7:26 PM


I have no probs with criticism really.. i also appreciated ur view sometimes... But I sometimes really do feel u strain urself to write something negative.... Anyway.. no prob at all... Keep Comin.. Keep commenting....
I personally enjoyed the humour myself.. hehe

I'm not Tamil.. but i know Tamil macha..!! ;)



January 6, 2009 at 8:57 PM

wow..another great piece if humor..you posts are like..always funny to me...some of them are damn serious too..


January 6, 2009 at 9:39 PM

no man, i don't strain to be negative. i have a notion that people put up their work so they can know their faults and improve .. thats all.

  Nikita Banerjee

January 8, 2009 at 12:53 AM


Thanks for stopping by!

  Miss Kido

January 8, 2009 at 3:57 PM

Good read...

Impressive blog...

Shall surely visit again...

Keep going :)


January 10, 2009 at 12:59 PM

sorry for reading late...was caught up in shitty work..

anyways...another OMG...
great work yaar...u could do much better than this...thats what i felt after reading it

still great work

  the pink orchid

January 10, 2009 at 7:38 PM

hhehhheee.. it was more than fiction and humor..it brought a meaningful smile..amazing read!!


January 13, 2009 at 3:03 PM

lovely...loved the way u described the sari shopping incident...

a human who tends to do mistakes...

it couldn't get better...!!!



January 21, 2009 at 6:33 PM

Surprisingly, I found the senseless piece quite funny! A class strength of 62, quite a big class there! So that's your future plan huh? Nice. :)

Good you do so much social service! Am proud of you! And here, I will try not to follow you! ;)


February 26, 2009 at 6:55 PM

i loved readind d senseless thingy....u gt a real nice sense of humour.
i wanna follow ur blog.


March 6, 2009 at 8:27 PM

ha ha h ah a
annaya annaya :P
entha manchodivo nuvvu :P
naaku kuda Roger la manchi abbhai chusi set chesi pettu oo pani ipothandhi :P