Engineering teams don't really have any fun normally either by choice or by brute force, so in our previous company one of our top managers decided to have a fundo club.
The fundoo club was so fundu that to join dat u have to contribute monthly some 500 rs and in return thy might create some interesting events like "pulling the tail"," filling the bottle
This type of stringent
The promised "innovative" events never used to happen .But one thing always used to happen in all fundu club meetings
A "big cute sexy " cake!!!, yes that was meant only for the members of fundu club.
What usually used to happen was the surface area of the cake out numbered the number of its greedy consumers.
The left over cake used to get distributed on the remaining 90% members of the global technology services group
Wao!!! Fundu cake with a little monetary risk !!!
Now Story..
Our story starts some where, some day, some place after those above events happened
Varchars, sorry characters
One Mr Dashing , well built, energetic, handsom Guy who we lovably calls Chaddi Master( Why because for all the costumes he wear in Gym , the bottom Shorts will allways be a perpendicular lined Chaddi )
Two Mr Fast and furious Saquib Kazi
Three Myself
As usual the Fundo Cake was supplied to the bottom 90% technological inmates, every one rushed in like frustrated honey bees and finished the same.
Our Chaddi master was over smart he had some pieces well covered and concealed in his pedestrial
Please Note CM was a member of the Fundoo Club
Gym was always included in the 9hr duty which every one accepted by a popular vote
The sameday when we[ Saq nd Myself .. will not repeat next time so memorise who are "we"] were watching around "faces" in Gym CM seems to have become more energetic than what we saw the previous day
He was enthusiastically holding to his chaddi string and powerfully roaming around
We took out our Omniture impact calculator to find out why?
No .. no roads are leading to rome ...
CM continued his restless display of egotic .... something something .. just fill up ok ..
Most of "them" completed the Gym so we also stopped pretending.. why wait now ....
Hot Bath and Back to seats tired and searching for something ....to eat ...
We just discussed if there some portion of the cake it would have been so nice ......
While walking to the Break Out room we realised some packets near CM pedestal
while opening our worst fears came true .the Cake ...it was der ...trying to hide itself...
We took one piece each, then one more divided into two and again...
suddenly we realised aila.... only a half remains ...oh God Only a half remains ...can u imagine ....
We ran and hide in our cubicle dreaming how CM would feel when he see the remaining of his cake ...
Now we know why he was Gymming so hard...
Not time to describe .. CM happily landed on 12th floor ..baggages are checked out ....with full of enthu ...he opens the lid of the pandora-cakebox ... many regular expressions reflected from his face we same only few ..
we couldn't hold out laughter @ our hide out...
--Cheers
There should be some moral about this story, you guys can take that as an exercise
