How I killed Osama Bin Laden?!

I

I was a Pizza Delivery Boy,
Who's as fat as a stuffed-elephant toy.

The reason for health,
Is surely not wealth.
But those pizzas, I had been eating with stealth.

Once I was caught eating pizza on duty!
And I asked my boss, 'How do you say I'm guilty?'

'You are eating the one that needed to be delivered',
I stood wide-eyed - surprised and bewildered!

'You have been doing this since the time you were hired,'
'Pack your bags, you are fired!'

'How the hell at all did he come to know?'
'It surely must be Asok, incognito.'

'Sorry Boss', pleaded I,
'I've five kids to feed and am expecting another this July!'

'I'm pleased to get rid of unethical, dishonourable, venal you',
'And promote Asok as the delivery boy, who's honest to me and clients too!'

Abashed and crestfallen, I was about to go,
My boss called from behind, 'Hey listen, Joe!'

'I am willing to give you another opportunity',
'But don't regard it as any kind of impunity.'

'I'll transfer you to another branch',
'England, Germany, Brazil or even Pakistan!'

I thanked him profusely with all my heart,
And dreamt of a honeymoon at Palos Verdas!

Narrated I to my wife, proudly, the whole bargain,
Little did I know, that soon will I be chagrined.

Dressed for the flight and ready to go,
I daydreamed with my family to land at Heathrow.

'Ring, ring, ring',
'Ring, ring, ring'
'It sure must be my boss calling.'

'Come to the airport sharp at seven',
'And catch the flight that'll take you to Afghanistan!'

'Wha...what are you saying?', I stammered,
Immediately I knew, I was hammered.

Refusing heed to any babble,
Thundered he, '786, Suleiman Street is your address in Kabul'

II

At Kabul Int'l Airport, I was received by a Pashton,
Who took me to my new work place, directly at the foot of treacherous mountain!

The place was deserted - nothing except flies and dough,
'Well, I'm Gul-Bashr',
'Your host and co-worker.'
He added with a quick snicker:
'Welcome to Kabul.',
'Hope you'll enjoy your work for sure!'

Days went by,
No man, no woman,
Even no insects stopped by!
A few occasional mosquito bites,
Usually kept us alive!

Humid weather, arid conditions,
And due to lack of hygiene and refrigeration ,
Pizza's ingredients went stale beyond recognition.

III

It was Sunday,
The fourth of July.
Unusually hot,
And inconspicuously dry.

The phone rang,
And from my deep slumber,
I was alarmed.

'10 pizzas for me and my friends',
'Come within 10 minutes',
'At Cave no: 537, Hindukush Range.'

I hurried with the stale ingredients,
And produced a delicious pizza
For cave's inhabitants.

I cycled through the scary caves,
And delivered the pizza to a man
With a bearded face!

He was taller than a normal human,
And looked rebellious with his AK-57.

I collected my bills and myself,
And cycled back to the place
With bread-stuffed shelves.

IV

The next morning I somehow felt better.
I told my wife today's a lucky day for me -
The Fly Swatter!

As usual, she ignored me,
And brought me the newspaper.
No sooner did I read the headline,
My torso began to shiver!

"Bin Laden & his aids dead, food poisoned by a pizza",
"Reward for the one who delivered the pizza!"

"American President said, 'Not Missiles!'"
"But it's the junk food which kills a million people each year,"
"Has as well buried Osama alive!"

Soon President Bush entered my shack,
And patted my back with a million dollar in cash!

V

Today, I'm a multi-millionaire,
Gilded with diamonds and sapphire!

What business do I have?
No..no..nothing so complicated and suave,
I supply stale pizza-bread to terror affected lands of
India, Pakistan, Bangladesh and Baghdad!

Bollywood

"Run Lola Run" is an interesting movie. It shows the permutations possible for a single event taking place in the physical world. Bollywood films bear a close semblance to "Run Lola Run", because each new movie is the permutation of it's predecessor.

Color of Sexuality

I often use color legends in spreadsheets to highlight milestones conquered during a project's lifetime. I'm not a blue-green-red sort of guy. My spreadsheets reflect my attire...my personal choice of colors to say the least. Light color with medium hue and saturation mixed with a tinge of ivory blue dictates my romance with the genius of nature.

But some of us, or maybe most of us, or perhaps all of us, sometimes inadvertently, sport a color which bears a direct reference to the class of people with 'anti-social' sexual orientations. Homosexuality was not very much popular with the Nazis. Germany stands witness to the atrocities borne by the then homosexual Germans. Women who were labeled lesbians or prostitutes had to spend their entire lives in dark prison rooms. Inverted black triangle hence became the symbol of homosexual women or lesbians.

The Pink Triangle is easily one of the more popular and widely-recognized symbols for the gay community. The pink triangle is rooted in World War II times, and reminds us of the tragedies of that era. Although homosexuals were only one of the many groups targeted for extermination by the Nazi regime, it is unfortunately the group that history often excludes. The pink triangle challenges that notion, and defies anyone to deny history.

So, if you, henceforth, sport a pink or a black colored cloth...BE AWARE!