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… I was walking down the corridors of Sahara desert when I realised I had left my bike keys in the floppy drive of the xerox machine lying on my office desk. What if Shahrukh gives me a call? My bike keys will start ringing waking up everyone around my desk. So I switched off the Television in my pocket. That brought to me the memories of tomorrow night, when my colleague Surya’s dance to the tunes of the novel ‘The Da Vinci Code’ was being broadcasted on Airtel mobiles. Disgusted, I switched on my TV to have a chat with my company’s accountant who explained to me the procedure of filing ‘Chhaiyya Chaiyya’ with the Road tax department. Right now, my liver is breathing very logically, so I decided to gun down my thoughts on the helicopter sailing deep under the sands of Sahara. Interestingly enough, my credit card which was buried in the Royal Cemetery ground after expiration sent me an SMS from Antarctica where Jennifer Aniston and I first met while sun bathing. The SMS was making sounds.. beep.. beep… beep.. when I woke up from my regular deep slumber in the afternoon on my office desk.

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