“Kaun sa mujhe Taj Mahal banana hai! “-This was one of the lines he used
to say when any of us ask him to prepare the bill. He was none other
than our Milk Man who had not taken any payment from us for 1,
2,3,.......nah, but for last 12 months to be precise. It seemed he was
in no hurry to collect the payment until that day when it had to come to
an end by an unknown and unseen stranger. In short, this stranger was
The Thief (“Chor” sounds better).
So here the story continues:
Whenever you stay in a shared apartment with your friends, there would be one friend cum roomie who would be taking all the responsibilities of paying the bills on time and on the contrary, there would be also one amongst them who would be least concerned about the same. Well, not to divert the topic- the bill for the milk was the only one which was remaining pending for almost a year and it was difficult to catch up with this Milk Man, as his working time coincided with our sleeping time in between the snoozes of the alarm clock. Moreover, none of us were so great to wake up and collect the milk at 6:00 in the morning. So to make our life easy, he used to put the milk packet in the bag that was hung in our door grill which we collected after finishing our slumber. It continued like this till that day when the Milk packets started vanishing from the bag and we could not tolerate this nuisance anymore. We had even planned to catch the thief off-guard but that also failed as none of us were ready to keep an eye on him by waking up so early. There was an instance, when we had kept spoiled milk in the bag to see what happens and that also got stolen but just for a day, as the next day the thief returned the spoiled milk. Though the Thief’s identity could not get revealed but the incident gave us enough reason to ask the Milkman to send us the bill without any procrastination.
Next Day:
The bill finally arrived which read- Rupees Fifteen Thousand Only. Rest is Finance!
So here the story continues:
Whenever you stay in a shared apartment with your friends, there would be one friend cum roomie who would be taking all the responsibilities of paying the bills on time and on the contrary, there would be also one amongst them who would be least concerned about the same. Well, not to divert the topic- the bill for the milk was the only one which was remaining pending for almost a year and it was difficult to catch up with this Milk Man, as his working time coincided with our sleeping time in between the snoozes of the alarm clock. Moreover, none of us were so great to wake up and collect the milk at 6:00 in the morning. So to make our life easy, he used to put the milk packet in the bag that was hung in our door grill which we collected after finishing our slumber. It continued like this till that day when the Milk packets started vanishing from the bag and we could not tolerate this nuisance anymore. We had even planned to catch the thief off-guard but that also failed as none of us were ready to keep an eye on him by waking up so early. There was an instance, when we had kept spoiled milk in the bag to see what happens and that also got stolen but just for a day, as the next day the thief returned the spoiled milk. Though the Thief’s identity could not get revealed but the incident gave us enough reason to ask the Milkman to send us the bill without any procrastination.
Next Day:
The bill finally arrived which read- Rupees Fifteen Thousand Only. Rest is Finance!
