This content had already come in Tamil and just to reach the larger audience we are doing it in English. The content is the same but the style may differ a little
This post is not a fiction. This incident happened to a friend of mine (who is in the devadas level 10) and the only crime he did was being nice to women. The names mentioned in this post are just for namesake , if any coincidence or Chauvinism found is purely accidental or maybe not or whatever.
Note : This post is given from my friend's point of view. The actual story was his but the sarcasm part is mine .
As all the new gen stories begin, this is also in the third floor of the reputed three letter or seven letter company. Usually we don't use mobile phones inside our cubicle. Whenever we need to talk we can talk only outside ODC. That day a fresher girl in my team was running a marathon between her cubicle and outside ODC.
"Whats wrong ?"
"Nothing"
When they say noting something big is about to be unfolded. Run . Seriously run.
We should wait for a while and then make your voice bass toned and should look like a male mother Theresa and ask "Whats wrong ? You can tell me. Your face looks so tensed ?"
"Now , hey stop crying please. Don't cry dear "
"I will tell you something but you should promise me that you wouldn't tell anyone about this"
"Yeah I wont !"
"Really ?"
"Tell me what!"
"Promise ?"
Her hand was so soft.
"I get few bad messages from an unknown number"
"Do you know from whom ?"
"Un-known number you idiot"
"What does the message say?"
"Very bad things"
"Like what?"
"I feel uncomfortable sharing those things with you"
"Then give me the phone, I will see it"
"No, fine , okay. But don't tell anyone that is happening to me"
"Okay I swear , I wont tell this to anyone"
The contact was saved in the name X. He described her physical attributes and the things he would love to do to those. He explained a hollywood movie sex scene , which was the only good sexting he did, other than that he lacked taste which made to conclude that he never had a girlfriend, he is a porn addict, he lacks imagination.
"Why the hell you have saved his contact as X instead of blocking him?"
"What if this is someone whom I knew is playing with me?"
"Oh this is how you play? that too with a post teenage girl ?"
"Stop making fun of me!"
"How long is this fellow texting you?"
"A couple of weeks"
"Any ideas or guess?"
"Someone who know me so well from my college"
"How do you know that?"
"They seem to know all of my classmates name"
Even without blocking the number she called the number to find out the porn poet from her own number and from her friends (who are girls ). Finally she texted the number like "If you are born to one father pick my call, text me back, tell me name. etc etc. If I tell this is totally bullshit, just she should have blocked him and mind her business, all the feminists would kill me with their comments and linguistic skills.
These messages came within the one month of joining in this company. So she shared this problem with her favorite professor in her college. And he told that he will warn all the rowdies in their college. Well before the warning, the texts were about her anatomy and intimacy, once the professor gave warning, the texts turned into acid threats and cutting her mouth with big knife!!
"What he is a big jamesbond ? today I will throw acid in his face by 2pm all the tv channels". This upset her so much she skipped lunch and started crying from 1.30pm. Call it fate, the professor called her around 2.15, she almost fainted on seeing the call. Then she told him the entire acid thing and the professor responded like "I am and all big rowdy in my college days. Let him come and I will kill him like Mahendra bahubali killed Balla"
Since I had a huge respect for police, I suggested her that lets go for their help.
"If my parents come to know they would kill me. My pic will be published in all the tv and newspapers I can never get married" tears, their biggest asset.
"Dude don't Kidd yourself. The whole media is busy with Rajnikant coming for politics, Priyanka chopra wearing a different dress and Bahubali reaching 1500 crores and more important news like that. No one would bother about your sexting problem. And more over you have called him from your friends number. What if he tortures them the same way with sexting ? "
"He wont attend the call from my number so I called from theirs. Shouldnt someone find him?"
"What you going to do after finding him? Kiss him ?"
"Don't be vulgar!"
"Oh my God! I am vulgar and your Mr. X who says that he wants to spray his sauce on your sandwich , he is a poet right?"
"What should I do now?"
"Texts and calls from unknown numbers should be ignored. They are using your curiosity as their bait. They are just attention seekers. If you ignore them problem solved. If he still continues all this again, just block him. If at all we tell this we become the Chauvinist pigs according to feminists"
"What can we do?"
"Dude you didnt even listen to what I was trying to say right ?"
"Can you call from your mobile ?"
"I am not a gay and more over that wont help much"
"Even if we go to police, my name should not come out and my parents should not know about this"
The moment you decide parents should not know about this, there beings the trouble.
From the influence we had we were able to find the crime branch Commissioner as a distant relative of our TL's cousin's brother. The commissioner office was in egmore. Me along with our heroine along with our friend from our project (who is like a best friend to her ) went to the commissioner office. Even though we went to file a complaint, seeing so much of police , their vehicles, the guns it slightly made us to feel the bowel movement. Only the person who is giving the complaint will be allowed to go beyond a point. So we gave her all the confidence, all the terminologies and the knowledge transfer on how to talk to a commissioner, we sent her in. Her best friend gave his handkerchief for a moral support. ( I never understood why).
She called from the waiting room that that commissioner would come by 2pm and she is waiting in a room and she is feeling scared and asked us to come up. The room in which she is in, is located in a different block 8th floor. I asked the guy who accompanied us to there to give her the moral support. "Boss, my haircut and shave is due. If I go in now, they might mistake me for an accused"
Feeling my fate smiling at me, I went to that building. Everyone was so busy with their tasks. No one would even look up from their files.Finally a police constable asked me why I am here. I explained the whole scenario.
They wont let me above the first floor. I tried all the stunts like "She is scared, I know the commissioner, I am a reporter, I have piles" thing. nothing worked, I texted her that I am in the same building but they wont allow me morre than first floor. She thanked me saying that it gave a moral support ( I dont understand how)
She gave the complaint and the commissioner didn't ask anything at all. Just gave her a counter file and said that they will act upon her complaint. I sent her along with her friend in his bike and came to eat biriyani.
The professor told her that he scolded some more fellows. She conveyed that we have logged a police complaint. He was like "Why would you go for police, it will cause unnecessary troubles"
The next day she got a call saying that "I have mistakenly sent the texts and police complaint would not be necessary" and the line went dead. Even before we finished guessing her professor called. "It was my wife all along. She is a psycho who doesn't have any trust". Then again the wife of the professor called and said that he would always be online and would not care about the family and kid. So one day I saw his mobile all the messages were erased. Only text from you were there. So I thought if I scare you away my husband would be back on track.
After so much of drama she withdrew the case which I was totally against. Coz I was there with her the whole day without eating. So I ended the friendship with her.
After six months I met her best-friend (the handkerchief guy ) in a tea shop. He was in all new devadas look. I got transferred to another project so couldn't meet them so often
"Dude what is wrong? You look sick"
"I feel like dying"
"Without marriage ? Why this virgin death wish?"
"We loved each other"
"Who and who?"
"Me and Priya"
"Oh, I guessed it when you took her in your bike from the commissioner office. Congrats!"
"After you left office, I helped her a lot"
"Great"
"Daily we used to talk and one day she proposed"
"mmmm, then"
"I felt this wont work out and said no"
"Wow, then!"
"Daily night she texted me , she was so crazy about me, she said she will marry only me, even stored my name as husband in her mobile"
"Then"
"I accepted"
"Then"
"One day I asked her mobile for seeing pics and she denied saying that it was her personal"
"Interesting"
"And one day I saw her texting that fellow in your project calling him honeybee saying that she missed him so much and want to see him soon , bloody b****"
"No, no never. Dont call women like that. They are the Goddesses and we are Chauvinistic Pigs.
Inspired from an article.
The author doesn't want to share their name .
I am just a postman.
With Regards,
Aravind Sethuraman .
This post is not a fiction. This incident happened to a friend of mine (who is in the devadas level 10) and the only crime he did was being nice to women. The names mentioned in this post are just for namesake , if any coincidence or Chauvinism found is purely accidental or maybe not or whatever.
Note : This post is given from my friend's point of view. The actual story was his but the sarcasm part is mine .
As all the new gen stories begin, this is also in the third floor of the reputed three letter or seven letter company. Usually we don't use mobile phones inside our cubicle. Whenever we need to talk we can talk only outside ODC. That day a fresher girl in my team was running a marathon between her cubicle and outside ODC.
"Whats wrong ?"
"Nothing"
When they say noting something big is about to be unfolded. Run . Seriously run.
We should wait for a while and then make your voice bass toned and should look like a male mother Theresa and ask "Whats wrong ? You can tell me. Your face looks so tensed ?"
"Now , hey stop crying please. Don't cry dear "
"I will tell you something but you should promise me that you wouldn't tell anyone about this"
"Yeah I wont !"
"Really ?"
"Tell me what!"
"Promise ?"
Her hand was so soft.
"I get few bad messages from an unknown number"
"Do you know from whom ?"
"Un-known number you idiot"
"What does the message say?"
"Very bad things"
"Like what?"
"I feel uncomfortable sharing those things with you"
"Then give me the phone, I will see it"
"No, fine , okay. But don't tell anyone that is happening to me"
"Okay I swear , I wont tell this to anyone"
The contact was saved in the name X. He described her physical attributes and the things he would love to do to those. He explained a hollywood movie sex scene , which was the only good sexting he did, other than that he lacked taste which made to conclude that he never had a girlfriend, he is a porn addict, he lacks imagination.
"Why the hell you have saved his contact as X instead of blocking him?"
"What if this is someone whom I knew is playing with me?"
"Oh this is how you play? that too with a post teenage girl ?"
"Stop making fun of me!"
"How long is this fellow texting you?"
"A couple of weeks"
"Any ideas or guess?"
"Someone who know me so well from my college"
"How do you know that?"
"They seem to know all of my classmates name"
Even without blocking the number she called the number to find out the porn poet from her own number and from her friends (who are girls ). Finally she texted the number like "If you are born to one father pick my call, text me back, tell me name. etc etc. If I tell this is totally bullshit, just she should have blocked him and mind her business, all the feminists would kill me with their comments and linguistic skills.
These messages came within the one month of joining in this company. So she shared this problem with her favorite professor in her college. And he told that he will warn all the rowdies in their college. Well before the warning, the texts were about her anatomy and intimacy, once the professor gave warning, the texts turned into acid threats and cutting her mouth with big knife!!
"What he is a big jamesbond ? today I will throw acid in his face by 2pm all the tv channels". This upset her so much she skipped lunch and started crying from 1.30pm. Call it fate, the professor called her around 2.15, she almost fainted on seeing the call. Then she told him the entire acid thing and the professor responded like "I am and all big rowdy in my college days. Let him come and I will kill him like Mahendra bahubali killed Balla"
Since I had a huge respect for police, I suggested her that lets go for their help.
"If my parents come to know they would kill me. My pic will be published in all the tv and newspapers I can never get married" tears, their biggest asset.
"Dude don't Kidd yourself. The whole media is busy with Rajnikant coming for politics, Priyanka chopra wearing a different dress and Bahubali reaching 1500 crores and more important news like that. No one would bother about your sexting problem. And more over you have called him from your friends number. What if he tortures them the same way with sexting ? "
"He wont attend the call from my number so I called from theirs. Shouldnt someone find him?"
"What you going to do after finding him? Kiss him ?"
"Don't be vulgar!"
"Oh my God! I am vulgar and your Mr. X who says that he wants to spray his sauce on your sandwich , he is a poet right?"
"What should I do now?"
"Texts and calls from unknown numbers should be ignored. They are using your curiosity as their bait. They are just attention seekers. If you ignore them problem solved. If he still continues all this again, just block him. If at all we tell this we become the Chauvinist pigs according to feminists"
"What can we do?"
"Dude you didnt even listen to what I was trying to say right ?"
"Can you call from your mobile ?"
"I am not a gay and more over that wont help much"
"Even if we go to police, my name should not come out and my parents should not know about this"
The moment you decide parents should not know about this, there beings the trouble.
From the influence we had we were able to find the crime branch Commissioner as a distant relative of our TL's cousin's brother. The commissioner office was in egmore. Me along with our heroine along with our friend from our project (who is like a best friend to her ) went to the commissioner office. Even though we went to file a complaint, seeing so much of police , their vehicles, the guns it slightly made us to feel the bowel movement. Only the person who is giving the complaint will be allowed to go beyond a point. So we gave her all the confidence, all the terminologies and the knowledge transfer on how to talk to a commissioner, we sent her in. Her best friend gave his handkerchief for a moral support. ( I never understood why).
She called from the waiting room that that commissioner would come by 2pm and she is waiting in a room and she is feeling scared and asked us to come up. The room in which she is in, is located in a different block 8th floor. I asked the guy who accompanied us to there to give her the moral support. "Boss, my haircut and shave is due. If I go in now, they might mistake me for an accused"
Feeling my fate smiling at me, I went to that building. Everyone was so busy with their tasks. No one would even look up from their files.Finally a police constable asked me why I am here. I explained the whole scenario.
They wont let me above the first floor. I tried all the stunts like "She is scared, I know the commissioner, I am a reporter, I have piles" thing. nothing worked, I texted her that I am in the same building but they wont allow me morre than first floor. She thanked me saying that it gave a moral support ( I dont understand how)
She gave the complaint and the commissioner didn't ask anything at all. Just gave her a counter file and said that they will act upon her complaint. I sent her along with her friend in his bike and came to eat biriyani.
The professor told her that he scolded some more fellows. She conveyed that we have logged a police complaint. He was like "Why would you go for police, it will cause unnecessary troubles"
The next day she got a call saying that "I have mistakenly sent the texts and police complaint would not be necessary" and the line went dead. Even before we finished guessing her professor called. "It was my wife all along. She is a psycho who doesn't have any trust". Then again the wife of the professor called and said that he would always be online and would not care about the family and kid. So one day I saw his mobile all the messages were erased. Only text from you were there. So I thought if I scare you away my husband would be back on track.
After so much of drama she withdrew the case which I was totally against. Coz I was there with her the whole day without eating. So I ended the friendship with her.
After six months I met her best-friend (the handkerchief guy ) in a tea shop. He was in all new devadas look. I got transferred to another project so couldn't meet them so often
"Dude what is wrong? You look sick"
"I feel like dying"
"Without marriage ? Why this virgin death wish?"
"We loved each other"
"Who and who?"
"Me and Priya"
"Oh, I guessed it when you took her in your bike from the commissioner office. Congrats!"
"After you left office, I helped her a lot"
"Great"
"Daily we used to talk and one day she proposed"
"mmmm, then"
"I felt this wont work out and said no"
"Wow, then!"
"Daily night she texted me , she was so crazy about me, she said she will marry only me, even stored my name as husband in her mobile"
"Then"
"I accepted"
"Then"
"One day I asked her mobile for seeing pics and she denied saying that it was her personal"
"Interesting"
"And one day I saw her texting that fellow in your project calling him honeybee saying that she missed him so much and want to see him soon , bloody b****"
"No, no never. Dont call women like that. They are the Goddesses and we are Chauvinistic Pigs.
Inspired from an article.
The author doesn't want to share their name .
I am just a postman.
With Regards,
Aravind Sethuraman .
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