the chronicles of the Singh's on lane 42 (viii)- Boss and the Babe

Mr. Aniket is my boss. He has a few habits which are pretty obnoxious. One of them is picking his nose when he assumes no one is watching him. He has a particular beautiful assistant who can be categorized as a babe.

Girls in general have to fit in one of the following grades:-

1) Every girl by the right of her sex is ex-officio CHICK.

2) A hotter chick is a BABE.

To be a babe she must qualify the following criteria
a) 1 > Body to Mass Index > .7
b) 1.1 >= (1: 1.667: 1)/FNR >= .990 [Figure Number Ratio]

3) A chick with a height of 5’6” and above, and a dressing sense is a BOMB. They are most popular in colleges.

4) A BOMB with a height of 5’ 8” and above, an Hour Glass Body, and a Waist to Hips Ratio (WHR) of .7- no relaxation allowed; is “UNGETTABLE”.



So Mr. Aniket was once dropping this babe home after work, and to impress her pushed the accelerator with all the force his male ego could afford. He was undoubtedly trying to impress the babe.

Babe: “sir, I am in no hurry. You can drive slowly.”

Aniket: [in flamboyant western accent which would make you believe G. Bush is related to Indians]
“Oh, this is nothing. In US I hardly go below 100 miles an hour. Stay tuned. You will enjoy it.”

Seconds later, an Indian rickshaw puller originated out of nowhere in front of the car whose driver had started believing Indian roads are meant for fast cars. Aniket braked the car with all the force his calf muscles had. The car screeched. Aniket and the babe closed their eyes till the car came to a halt.

The babe appeared to have riveted her hands on her face. Her hands were digging deep into her face, which had lost its colour and luster. A little pressure more and her eye balls would have popped out of the sockets. (If I would have seen her in such livid shape, I would have demoted her to a chick!)

Aniket, whose head by now was soaked in sweat, spoke in an Indian accent- “Is the man dead?”