When RMI came running..

For the uninitiated, RMI is the name of the management of the place we are currently put up in. Now this RMI hasnt particularly been very understanding to us. Our shower goes to 0 deg or 100 deg and refuses to be at anything in between. Some one probably forgot to teach the entire number system to the shower. We have got quite a few cribbings like this with the RMI and havent been happy with the way they have got things done for us. So one day, all of us see the need to get those RMI junta to come running to our place, like we were kings and it was their sole duty was to serve us. All of us had made the plan.. but not a single word had been uttered..No.. not even a single word.. for what if the walls heard us(BTW.. these are thin walls..that anybody can hear whatever we crap in our house). The plan had been devised after hours of head scratching(did i say that one among us is hydrophobic.. so his scratching is to be interpreted in a very different way).. The Smoke Alarm had been chosen as the decoy.. Now all of us knew what had been chosen.. but no one even showed signs of this upcoming
drama. And the day had beem chosen.. the MLK day.. thats when the RMI ppl could expect to lay happy on their beds.. but they had no idea of what was coming ahead.. With us around atleast.. they must have been a bit careful.. And the chosen one to carry out the task.. Well it goes without saying how much lies ahead and the skills and talent reqd for the person to lead the plan. So the one among us who will get it done had beem unanimously chosen.. Again no words... no glances.. Its the kind of tacit understanding you see when 4 intelligent men are put together... All could see what the other was thinking.. So on this particular day.. the day began as usual.. we woke up late in the afternoon... and the chosen one goes about his normal ways of life. The time had come to get it done now.. The four of us descend down to the hall.. and the chosen one using all his great strategies.. decides to make chapathi. Well his chapathi making spree goes well into an hour.. an hour which the other gentleman who had been walking up and down the stairs like a monkey had prolonged enough for the right time.. So the chosen one meticulously places a chapathi in the pan which had been heated to the right temperature.. and using years of exerience of meticulousing closing the lid.. closes the lid..and walks away as if nothing had happend(all this time..all of us knew what was happening) Minutes later.. the hydrophobic comes and makes public for the first time.. what had been tacitly planned for months now ... the tawa is on smoke..

And.. The RMI came running to our place..

THE END
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