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On the hillock whose fables have been in this forum for the past several months, there are other creatures too. And since everything from the Bible to the Bhagwadgita to Microsoft Office has different versions, there has to be one for coconaughty too.
I'm neither coco nor naughty. So any attempt to infuse humour is partly due to our common liking to the text propounded here before, and the insane wish to do a fan mix.
In the hilltop known to propel people every which way, what with 50 km/h winds that even take away the roof of the gem-nauseum (the defunct-as-it-is-yet-to-be started cardiac-arrest section), there are other animals too.
And as with George Orwell's Animal Farm, there's a strange psychology at work.
The Seven Commandments of the SIUKWLVMTPMHSIMC Farm are as follows-
1. Thou shall not fall asleep on the field even if the supervisor sings the same song eighty-five times on powering a point into you.
2. Thou shall not tell to the Squealer how you feel, for the Squealer will squeal and let you know how it is.
3. Thou shall take, lying down, any piece of linseed or dung cake that comes to you, by way of ins-truck-shun.
4. Thou shall inhabit the stalls where garam paani and thandi hawa are available in inverse pro-portions.
5. This commandment is open for self-contemplation. You may here, choose the color of your nail-polish or the amount of facial hair, regardless of your sex, you are allowed to have.
6. Thou shall answer all questions-even if they involve the unscrambling of YANKEE ART into the name of a management consultancy you've never heard of (note to self to anticipate comeback- Serves you right).
7. Thou shall eat peela daal-like water to ensure equal and proportionate input-output system, eat roti of the made-of-aata-tastes-like-atta-too brand, and eat papads of the soft-like-roti variety, and not be flummoxed by the fact that 44 of the 100 rupees you invested in feeding yourself are buried in the swimming pool which you can't use.
At this point, you shall promptly break a foot, smash your head against the wall, and look forward to your superannuation.
Ohh! and before you forget, if at any time you choose to whimper a protest, you'd be proudly shown your place in the pecking order, issued a its-a-war-ning letter.
So there. Understand the bureaucracy-cum-red-tape-cum-how-the-shit-flows a little better.
Atleast the perspective helps.
www.protocollide.blogspot.com
On the hillock whose fables have been in this forum for the past several months, there are other creatures too. And since everything from the Bible to the Bhagwadgita to Microsoft Office has different versions, there has to be one for coconaughty too.
I'm neither coco nor naughty. So any attempt to infuse humour is partly due to our common liking to the text propounded here before, and the insane wish to do a fan mix.
In the hilltop known to propel people every which way, what with 50 km/h winds that even take away the roof of the gem-nauseum (the defunct-as-it-is-yet-to-be started cardiac-arrest section), there are other animals too.
And as with George Orwell's Animal Farm, there's a strange psychology at work.
The Seven Commandments of the SIUKWLVMTPMHSIMC Farm are as follows-
1. Thou shall not fall asleep on the field even if the supervisor sings the same song eighty-five times on powering a point into you.
2. Thou shall not tell to the Squealer how you feel, for the Squealer will squeal and let you know how it is.
3. Thou shall take, lying down, any piece of linseed or dung cake that comes to you, by way of ins-truck-shun.
4. Thou shall inhabit the stalls where garam paani and thandi hawa are available in inverse pro-portions.
5. This commandment is open for self-contemplation. You may here, choose the color of your nail-polish or the amount of facial hair, regardless of your sex, you are allowed to have.
6. Thou shall answer all questions-even if they involve the unscrambling of YANKEE ART into the name of a management consultancy you've never heard of (note to self to anticipate comeback- Serves you right).
7. Thou shall eat peela daal-like water to ensure equal and proportionate input-output system, eat roti of the made-of-aata-tastes-like-atta-too brand, and eat papads of the soft-like-roti variety, and not be flummoxed by the fact that 44 of the 100 rupees you invested in feeding yourself are buried in the swimming pool which you can't use.
At this point, you shall promptly break a foot, smash your head against the wall, and look forward to your superannuation.
Ohh! and before you forget, if at any time you choose to whimper a protest, you'd be proudly shown your place in the pecking order, issued a its-a-war-ning letter.
So there. Understand the bureaucracy-cum-red-tape-cum-how-the-shit-flows a little better.
Atleast the perspective helps.
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