Dr. Natulal's First Aid Box - Page 2

Brilliant!!!!
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I don't have all the answers dammit.
I am only a first aid box they might
need on their first night <-----😆 will we ever get to that part.. Lool!! We might be lucky after 4 years ...
Poor first aid box..

At this rate .. saras should accept the fact her face is out of bounds.
.and just imagine her face and draw ..
on her Back!!

Dobara RES on 2nd page.

Originally posted by: serialjunkie

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thats right.

and when Sarasu returns and says to Nandu this reason he shall in all seriousness reply

Bacho aaj aapko apne priy cycle ki athmakatha likhni hai (10marks)

Hiyooo ^^^^^^ jinx ya yaaara Menty...

Originally posted by: CravingKhana

Hiyooo ^^^^^^ jinx ya yaaara Menty...

I too attempted to be da cycle...but i am even more lame than the cycle yaa whaaat to do...

Originally posted by: serialjunkie

Dr Natulal Ki First Aid Box ki Ajab Dastan

There I was hosting birthday party for my boss's only kid when a "Ladki Bheegi Bhaagi on Bicycle Si" shows up at front door. She makes me an offer I cannot refuse. Spend the rest of the evening with cacophonous 10 year olds or save the beauty's dad? Choice was easy.

I arrive at the Pigeon Mansion. The patient seems sentient and alert. The man, his son or son-in-law named Sarasu pulls me aside and whispers into my ears, "First aid has been administered." he then winks. I understand. Tequila shots make for excellent first aid. I wink back.

For a moment, I thought I could loiter with CoolMood beauty, perhaps prescribe her some medicines to cure her Crater like belly button that could hold all the water in Dubai. I realize I'd be walking on thin ice or to use local analogy, mud puddle. With no further excuse to hang around, I decide to sit out in the local ruins and count the stars in the sky.

I had dozed off when an argument woke me up. I had the misfortune of overhearing CoolMood and Sarasu's conversation. He says he wants to see her face. She says she wont show it. She says he will have to do with seeing her back for now. He says I love your back but I need to see the face. She repeats her face is off limits and if he is not happy with her back he can go back. He says I will go back but what about my front. She says your front is an affront to me, my back will say good bye to your front. and they go on and on and on, front back, back front, front front, back back, face, back, back, face... grrr, my head is spinning for a morning cup of chai.

I tip toe back to my house. its quiet. good, the 20 screaming little girls are gone. Peace at last.

I try to sleep but sleep eludes me. The angst and pain of two young people in their twenties bothers me. How long will they have to overact and under-perform for an imaginary insult. I don't have all the answers dammit. I am only a first aid box they might need on their first night.

Originally posted by: MentalExotica

Bacho aaj aapko apne priy cycle ki athmakatha likhni hai (10marks)

Write an autobiography of your dear cycle (10 Marks)

I am the cycle that trinkles, I am Kumud Sundari's cycle, in short you can also call me oo re piyaa.

I am mostly resting in peace throughout the year cos Kumud prefers driving down in my friend, the 6 seater tuk tuk, to school. Also she's got her flat abs with all the running around she does in her 10 tonne ghagra. 😳

In emergencies she uses me, let's say abuses me. 😆 That's a LOL emoticon if you didn't already know.

So I am lying there one day eavesdropping on how Kumud agreed to marry Saras seeing his eyebrows and suddenly there is a huge commotion.

Fire fire pants on fire.. oop fire fire pitaji on fire... Kumud yells Bappuji and I get all frightened, I drop my hearing aid and run behind Kumud to the cloth factory.. Obviously cos a friend in need is a friend in deed.

What I see there is huge, a massive fire has broken out, all workers are rescued and Babuji is stuck.. Saras ☺️ does a 360 and gets bappuji out. Meanwhile it starts pouring like a b**ch and I am like woah!

Kumud hops on to me with her drenched ghagra, I am a physics student you see, so like water has weight and stuff, so the drenched ghagra was almost like Kumud multiplied by 3. In that panic she almost forgets how to ride me. I wade through the waters trembling but steady. Cos you know a friend in need and all that.

To my utter shock my pal here stops at a maternity home first and I am like woman what's up with you? We run across the street to a doctor's place. That infamous prick is having a birthday party and needs a bloody lecture to get out of there.

I gear up to take Kumud on again and dafuq she leaves me there and goes in the doc's fancy hyundia I20.

So the moral of the story and the story of my life is "a friend in need is a friend in deed" is bullsh*t.

Always remember PHYSICS rocks. Moral Science S*cks.

(i'll post this out with your kind permission) 😆