| mareko ma |
Posted
on 16-Sep-01 01:42 AM
<<< a cousin of mine sent me this email. This should be funny. I thought I'd share it with you>>>
hey brother,
finally you're there. nice to hear that. but hear me.
i've got a bad news for you. You must be thinking this
brother of yours is writing to you from United States.
But you're wrong brother. Am not in states. And now
you must be scratching your talu khuilina lageko head
and wondering where the "hell" is this f**king dude.
And I'd say you guessed it right. Yes I'm in hell.
This might give you a more head scratching. And I'd
say I'm positive I'm in hell. Was on my way to heaven.
Now you must be vehemently scratching your ali ali
kapal baki bhako head and asking yourself this
question - where in the world this hell and heaven
thing came from. dherai kapal natannus ali ali baki
bhako kapal pani khuiliyela feri. Now you must be
saying, this dude must have gone insane. And I'd
insist this is the truth. Am in hell.
Now wanna hear how I got here? I was on the hundred
and thirty first floor of this ill-fated building. You
know what I'm talking about, don't you. Ya that World
trade center. I was in the 1st tower. Bharkhar nepal
bata ako boka ma, I wanted to see how it'd feel like
to watch bato ma hideko manche from the clouds. Out of
curiosity I paid eghara dollars and went to the top.
Damn khaires. Euta ghar ko tuppa ma chadna pani I had
to pay laghbhag aath saya rupaiya. Isn't that crazy? I
could have rented a cozy apartment for that money for
a whole month back in haraa bharaa chaharaa paharaa
le gheriyeko mero desh Nepal. But I couldn't resist my
inner-me pleading and begging and rolling on the floor
to go the top. Alright I said and walked lakhra lakhra
to the top. Why'd I use the elevator? I paid aath saya
rupiya and I wanted to make use of it to the best I
could. I'd spent a whole day in here. I'd take my time
to get to the top. By the time I reached the top, the
onset of thunderstorm began in my gilo gilo khali
khali stomach. Gadyang gudung gadyang gudung. I
realized I should rush to the bathroom before any
fatality occured. Then I was taking a shit, trying to
empty my bowl dry. Before I was done and I could pull
my kattu up, this damn musalman le hijack gareko plane
crashed into the building. I was thrown off the
building. And I was really flying.
Wow, what a moment it was. It really felt great to
have a bird eye view of New York City. I believed I
could fly. I was enjoying it until I found myself
close to the ground. I reached to my back trying to
find a chord to open a parachute. Did I ever mention I
was carrying a parachute? No, right? Hell No. Casting
myself off wasn't one of my plans. It was a free fall
and I was fast approaching the concrete, rigid busy NY
street. My oh my. I was panicking and my heart was
pounding real hard as if it was beating my chest off.
The last thing I remember, I was lying my face flat on
top of this huge 300+ pound lady. Thanks god, well
thanks fatty, you saved my life. As I rolled over,
"spalsh", shit on my face. Must have been my own shit.
Before I could wipe it off my face and lift myself up,
this dariwala kalo kalo manche forcibly crash landed
on me. He must be the hijacker. I was OK, well, not
really OK, but I was still breathing. You know, I can
bear anything on top of me but not a kaukuti on my
stomach. Saley musalman was dead but his daari was
lagaing kaukuti on my stomach. I was laughing to
death. You know how it feels when somebody kaukutis
you. Didn't have whole lot of energy to throw him off
of me. Should have bought an energy drink before I
started my errand to the top. I had this feeling I had
forgotten something while I was scrambling up the
skyscraper. It was an energy drink. Now I realized.
Had I carried one with me, I wouldn't be writing to
you from hell now. sukka sukka. More kaukutis and I
laughed to death, literarily to death.
Anyways, marnu mari sakyo, royera ke faida, the only
antim ichha I had was to go to heaven. Indra bhagwan
had sent quite a few Boeing 747 to carry we murdas to
heaven. Oops!!. amrika ma kaha bata indraji. It was in
fact Jesus bhagwan. Tara thaha cha, gods haru pani kya
business minded bhai sakey cha. They were charging a
dollar each to get into air craft. Amrika ma kehi pani
free ma paudaina bhanthiyo, saachikai rahecha. I said,
what the heck, ek dollar ko lagi ke kich kich garne. I
walked to the boeing's door and there was cute musu
musu hasi rakheko hostess namaskaring all the murdas
and collecting money. When it was my turn to deposit
euta dollar to that paisa khasalne box, this air
hostess was looking at me and musmusaying even harder.
She was looking at me but not at my face. While I was
reaching for my pocket and tracing where on my body
her eyes were staring at....he he..bhanna laaj lagyo.
You remember? maile pant lagaunai pako thiyena ni
aghinai. No pant, no paisa. no paisa no heaven. I
stepped back with a nihauro, runa lageko face. There
was a lotful of planes for people without paisa. Those
would take you to yamaraj ji ko kingdom. Then it was
for sure, my sworga janey icchha wont be granted.
**sigh**. this is how I got to hell.
hya dai ke lekhne ke lekhne bhayo ani euta katha
lekhera pathako. well, keep in touch. I guess this
must have kept you busy for a while.
lau ta
bhai
int main()
{
cout << "sunne lai sunko mala";
<< "bhanne lai fulko mala";
<< "yo katha baikuntha jala";
<< "- - - - - - - - - - - -" << endl;
// fill in the dashes with correct cout statements.
// due: whenever you can figure out.
// those without C++ knowledge needn't try.
return 0;
}
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| Ganesh Man |
Posted
on 17-Sep-01 11:35 AM
That was a bogus e-mail. It is the creation of an idle mind and a sick one at that. It's not only Americans but many nationalities died in the attack ........ Britons, Thais, Chinese, Taiwanese, Indians, Germans. Be sympathetic to humans. If it were just America, it could be understood (if the writer hated USA) but here we are talking about the world.
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