Heathrow airport

At Heathrow airport, an announcement goes out over the public address system: “Mr. Rand Chod Kar Sandaas! Mr. Rand Chod Kar Sandaas – please report to the Reception desk”.

Ranchhodbhai Karsandas, who has just arrived ex Surat, goes red with anger. He goes to the reception, and shouts loudly to the English receptionist.

The following conversation must go into history books of cock-ups:

Ranchhodbhai: Madar Chod! I am Ranchhod.

Receptionist: Mr. Madar Chod Rand Chod? That is not the name I have. I have Mr. Rand Chod Kar Sandaas.

Ranchhodbhai: Arrey Bhenchod! I am NOT Madar chod!

Receptionist: So you are Mr. Ben Chod?? Is your surname Ben or Chod?

Ranchhodbhai: (now really really pissed off) Chootia teri…! I am Ranchhod…

Receptionist: So who is Chootia Teri then?

Just then a Chinese guy turns up at the Reception.

Chinese Guy: Were you calling me?

Receptionist: Who are you?

Chinese Guy: I am Choo Tia Ta Rie.

Whereupon Mr. Ranchhodbhai Karsandas gives up and flies back to Surat. On his way to Security Check, he hears a call for a Mr. D.K. Bose whose name on the flight manifest was written as BOSE D.K.

“Mr. Bose DK, CALLING MR. BOSE DK, arrived from BHOSARI, PUNE, INDIA… Your son is waiting for you outside…”

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