Iron Box

Reached K bhai's at a weekend evening, only to find him (and Shazan who was also there) very tired, as if they 'd just come back from a climb atop everest :). Poochne par Shazan pointed out an iron box to me - "yaar ye kharab ho gaya hai, we had gone to get it repaired, so we went to X, Y ... Z ... " and told me about almost all localities of central Bangalore. 

I couldn't stop my laughter :), "abbe yaar, khud hi bana lete, ek patti hi to lagti hai" ...

Khair, baat aayee gayee ho gayee, and I forgot about it.

Two weekends later, I visited K's place again. And saw an insignificant, long unused, dusty, iron box in one "obama's forgotten corner of the room :)". Naturally I asked ki what the hell is that, and was told that Shazan had come in the morning with it - to get  it repaired :).