ASS On Fire Takes You Higher

In the ISHPIRIT of Desh Bhakti and all that.. I refused to work for the Firangi's today and took a Day off from Work.... What did you do for your Country today ???  Other than posting Happy Independence Day and changing your Profile Pic to a Flag ?? Huhh ?? Huhh ?? Bharat Maata ki Jai and all That !!! P.S. : The above screen shot has been Anonynananamized for Privacy of my friends. P.P.S : As Always the Number of Likes and Comments can be used to guess the Sex of the FB User. THIS IS COSMIC BLASTING OFF !!!!!!!!

I have spent my childhood reading endless stories of Mr Holmes and his sidekick Dr Watson , of how Ms. Agatha Christie solves the most baffling of mysteries so easily. They have always inspired me to solve if not murder than at least the small everyday mysteries that surround us. ( Wow I have already used the word Mystery a lot . But again I DIGRESS) So getting back on topic on what I am calling as ' The Curious Case of Nimbu Lemon ' It all began one fine day when I started seeing a lot of posts on ( where else but ) Facebook about a funny picture which you can see below. I felt very angry and amazed at all my friends who were making fun of this simple road side vendor who was clearly onto something which we all the EDUCATED LOT didnt and couldn't comprehend.  I tried to convey my feelings by convincing the people who were making fun of ( what I was convinced was ) the sheer genius ( although no one knew how it was genius ) of this Humble man from India....

DISCLAIMER :- I AM NOT HERE TO PREACH/TEACH BUT TO OBSERVE AND COMMENT Last week i went on a vacation/adventure trip with my college friends to many different places. And the last one of them included a very famous temple in the midst of the mountains. Now presently i have a goatee which somewhat resembles the traditional beard usually worn by the people of the Muslim community. All the people in the temple were receiving the blessings from the So-Called-Pundit, and when my turn came i went up to him and spread my hands in front of him to take the prasad and bowed my head in reverence to the almighty and also so that the Pundit might put the TILAK on my head. But instead of doing that the Pundit looks at me, and instead of blessing me asks m of what caste am I? When i told him that i am a Hindu Brahmin, he still didnt seem to believe me and looked at me suspiciously and started preaching to me that if i am Brahmin (a so called higher caste in the Indian-playing field of religion) then ...