En-gauger!

Long time ago there was a blogger in blogspot named “blogee, the midnight blogger” who used to blog all unwanted personal stuffs and hurting his friend by revealing his personal stuffs too in the form of blog and was always satisfied with his own blog. Along with that he was seriously hunting for a job as he realized that blogging won’t create much revenue and have to work like any other human being to earn his bread. Atlast he got a job and he’s really happy with that. But later on he didn’t get much time to blog what he felt like. Atlast he decided to get back whenever he gets the time. And he’s back when he got his time. Read on guys and do comment what you feel like.

How much traffic you can expect in Thiruvananthapuram city on a working day? A lot! A lot in the sense A lot that makes your car cover half the distance with double the petrol it actually consume. And if it’s a Petrol version Suzuki Swift, I will tell you that you are bankrupt. I have seriously no idea how much money I had spent for fuel in my car.

It was on a day that my friend reached down Thiruvananthapuram and I got a call when I was in my office and it was him telling that his train will reach in half an hour. Somehow I managed to get out of my office and rushed to the railway station. In the fuel gauge I saw the needle lying down and kissing the ‘E’ mark. I realized that its time to loose some more money. As I was late I didn’t take a pit stop to refuel.

The train got delayed by 10 minutes and I was on time and sat there I had told him with an expression on my face that I have been waiting for an hour. He came and hugged me and I took his bag and headed towards the parking area. We took the car and headed to the next hotel to have our brunch! I realized that running out of fuel may lead to pathetic situations. The next petrol pump was Indian Oil pump just opposite to Secretariat where I usually fill fuel from.

When boy in the pump came to the window and asked “How much, Sir?” I said “Petrol, 150 please” and handed him the money. I saw a crooked smile on my friend’s face. I know what he’s about to say. He always made fun of me being a miser and this time also, I was expecting one comment. But he didn’t. The boy in the pump finished filling in 2 minutes and said “Ok, Sir”. I started the car and said to myself but in a loud voice “Shit, this needle still stays there itself. It’s not moving a bit”. My friend who waited till to explode his comment said “Buddy, if you really want to see this needle moving a little bit, you need to spend money or else holding your misery, try filling fuel for 100 bucks along with Viagra for 50 bucks, certainly it will move”. After a silence, we burst out laughing. But even now I’m thinking about that idea. Will it work??