Just WHY is my door number 8-2-310/3/A/3? I mean which kind of retarded 8086 endowed official decided on this contorted overdose of numerology? Why does God intend me to consult my cell phone whenever I needed to recall my permanent address, attracting suspicious stares from whoever requests it. Why do I have to repeat my address a minimum of five times to every guest kind enough to visit at least once? And why is the landlord's daughter so young?
If someone explains what 8-2-310/3/A/3 is to me, you entitle yourself to a nice fat treat from me. That, or you get an immediate admission into CBI!
4 comments:
Its the (encoded) meaning of life. But if i tell yuo, i'll have to kill you!
And I was going to say, its the newly computed answer to the ultimate question of life, universe and everyhting!
@sumit - Tune yeh kya likh diya, jo erase karna pada?
@Vinaya - go ahead, since you're gonna end up killing me some day anyway.
@pooz - cool, I should set up little tours and charge all life forms that care to witness the apartment.
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