Ashoka the 2nd

Airport Tit bits..

Airport corner

Yesterday there Was an accident in my house. Not literally.
While having dinner, absentmindedly I called “Praba, oru Idly kudu.” My wife came out from the kitchen and asked “Who is Praba?” Then everything went topsy-turvy. Either I should stop calling our airport food server “Prabakaran” as “Praba” or my wife as “Praba”. Well the Idly never came.

I was never good at bargaining or marketing. After commanding, advising, cajoling and pleading with the passengers to pay duty for TV in airport now I am trained enough to sell elephants to every housewife.

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