With Diwali on our hands, it seems that our usually loco junta have gone crazier still. The mods no exception. And who can blame anyone? After all, it’s the festive season, in full flow.
Among other Pagal urges, the need to travel extensively has afflicted quite a number of mad men. Frankie keeps running off to Hyd for, ah!, “deliveries”. The Convert is floating about peacefully in the waters flooding Chennai. And zIngo; well zIngo packed his bags and socks and hit the trail for a bit of Bharat Darshan.
The dear Swindler, as he is best known, is to nip down to the City of Joy and Rosogollas on Diwali to be grilled by the US visa folks for a passage to the Land of Dreams (nightmares, is our not-so-humble opinion). But before all that, in the mood for a wedge of festive cheer, he decided to roll over to the HQ for a round of matey snorts with the Boss and gang in Mumbai yesterday. Poor dear. How was he supposed to know?
zIngo was fixed up to meet the gang, comprising His PaGaLnEsS, Evil E-stray-nged, Monil and Prassana for the evening repast. Hugs, smiles, photograph sessions, tearful unions done, the merry men sat down to skewer sizzling sizzlers in merry mirth. Alas, it was not to be! zIngo received a call from the visa folks. The lady at the other end called herself Ivy (not of the Poison Ivy fame, as hoped). zIngo was all agog to get it over and done with and dutifully let the joint of bird on his platter congeal. Yapping away cheerfully, it was suddenly noticed by the fellow diners that zIngo was sweating a good deal and the dear boy’s skin had assumed a most unnatural hue. The man looked positively green!!!
The call being done with, the kindly souls enquired after zIngo’s health and found it not too well, indeed. And no, it was not the chicken. It seemed that the US Consulate in Kolkotta, had bummed zIngo by souring his great American Dream. The seemingly poisonous Ivy condescended
to let him know that the he had messed up the sacred documents and it seemed that he had applied for immigration rather than a work permit. zIngo put through a call to his travel agent and having discarded all pretense of being a gentleman (of fortune) that he has been usually known to be, let hell rip loose. Spleen vented and dinner ruined and dreams soured, it was a very somber hour that zIngo spent in the company of the sympathetic mates. Speaks volumes about the fellow feeling that the blokes have for each other around here. Thus passed a good hour and zIngo was wasting away.
Somewhere at this juncture, it occurred to the Evil One that Ivy was actually his friend in Kol Subarna (anastasia86) who had been sport enough to whisper a few sweet nothings into zIngo’s distinguished ear. A prank engineered by the Evil E-stray-nged, the Devious Dragon and Wily Ranjitha. He communicated this to zIngo and the result was a whooping zIngo, all red and tears. Rohit… (e-strangled?) Poor darling is yet to be able to sit down properly.
The last heard from zIngo was his looking forward to stuff himself with rosogollas on Diwali at Kolkota. Rohit was seen massaging his posterior to this very moment and Dragon and Ranjitha were still laughing their heads off. So were quite a few fellow connivers including, The Taker of Underwear, the Essence of Quint, the Darling of PG and the Stalker of People.
cheers!!!
Thatz why Zango ... we all like you >
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" .... *pause*... "But aisi galti kaise kar di?!?! How can i apply for a Immigration... kuch to code hoga na form pe..! Lekin Tension mat le.. khana kha le pehle." 
Re: Zango does a Tango in Mumbai - Becomes a Bakra!!! -
29-10-2005, 04:54 PM
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