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Posted on: Mar 31, '08

The Code

Ramya searched far and wide.

She rummaged through all old diaries. Every piece of paper with a number on it has been checked.

Scanned each page of her entire collection hoping she could retrieve the code.

Her home looked as if a tax raid had occurred.

She made endless calls on her husband’s mobile. The desolate device was out of range.

He is abroad. He called in the morning, stupid me, she thought, should have asked him.

She didn’t know when he would call again.

Ramya’s husband bought a Louis Vuitton suitcase in Hongkong. A lovely-looking box with number coded locking system on both ends. She wondered what could be the code.

She badly needed to open it.

It was an emergency. She didn’t want the box to be forced open by a locksmith. It would damage the box. An expensive and treasured possession.

She was losing patience as it was already well past afternoon. She was sweating, her heart racing, exhausted, losing hope she could retrieve it.

Her husband had a strange but impeccable practice.

He related all his passwords with the most dreadful days in his life that are too hard to forget.

She tried all known treacherous dates.

The day he lost his dad, the day he failed in his campus interview, the day he crashed his car to a school bus and got arrested, The day she bit him badly after a gory brawl…. all days are checked thoroughly.

She traveled down the memory lane. Remembered some more terrorising incidents. No way. They too failed.

Even the day he resigned from his last job in utter disgust was checked.

No gain again.

She went through his office files also. All she could trace were some unsigned valentine cards. Whose cards were they, she wondered in suspicion. But her brain was too preoccupied.

Nope.

Not a hope in sight.

She called mom in law. Enquired about any incident that could have distressed her husband to the limit. She revealed some more hideous secrets.

The first time he failed his US Visa interview, the day he missed his connecting flight to the US at London Heathrow airport where he got stranded for 2 days without food and even the day he got slapped by his girlfriend in broad daylight was also tried. But those dates too failed to open the box.

She was all tears.

She will get insulted today if she failed to sport the diamond studded platinum necklace in kitty party.

She wept, blubbered and bawled, she screamed, she cursed, she prayed.
Her prayers are answered !

The phone ran !!

It was her husband.

‘What happened honey?’ he enquired.

Oh the code!!!!!!!! He chuckled.

Most cherished day,

Most haunting and recurring day.

Most inveterate and seasoned day.

Most experienced and accomplished day

Most practiced day.

The day.

Most horrific day

It is the only day when a Jack Ass arrives on horseback

Upright and dignified for the final time in his life.

How can I forget the day, Honey-pot?

Its our wedding day, Sweetheart.

Ramya fainted.

Hello,

Hello, hey what happened….

Hello….

Hellloooo…….

***

Ever forget the code?

***

Hey, Buddies, the theme of this funny story is not mine.
It belongs to Mr. MVK Murty
Mr. Malladi Venkata Krishna Murty to be accurate.

Bakra just narrated it in plain English in his own way.

So all the credit should go to Mr. Murty.
Bakra respects the grand old man, most.

Award me ***** if you enjoyed the story. And I’ll happily renounce the stars to Mr. Murty.

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maalolan said:
Great, enjoyed it, Thanks for sharing a lovely post.

August 06, '08

Fun24x7 said:
Cool post Dude

Very nice writeup

5 Stars for this cute writeup

July 30, '08

Mydream2008CAP said:
That's how we keep an eye on them.....eh.! She was decoded thus...Ha Ha.... Nice writeup .

July 09, '08

binduhu said:
hey wat a nice post brainy..u never shared it with me ya...but truly..wow!!aadmi kitna saach bolte hain..apni biwiyon ko na?....

anyways..kya mast post hai..

June 23, '08

whirlwind2000 said:
HA HA HA HA !!!! WHAT A WAY TO REMEMBER !!!OR LET YOUR WIFE FORGET ??????

June 06, '08

harsh7901 said:
nice bb...truly hope u r sharing all luv n hugs with mr. murthy....interesting read...

May 03, '08

jd132 said:
hahahahaha

too good sirji keep on narrating in plain English :D,thanks for posting

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April 30, '08

impeccabledude said:
I thought this has something to do with programming, but my guesses are without exception always wrong. Anyway, Nice story. I must say you are hell of a writer.

April 23, '08

HopeBJV said:
A word is not the same with one writer as with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket bcoz,The two most engaging powers of an author are to make new things familiar and familiar things new.

April 16, '08

sgsweb said:
bakru honey.. ur original work is much much much better than ur copy pasted after translating stuff...!! love u honey bun.. grinnnn..!!

April 09, '08

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