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The Bakwas story of OK





 Ompuri keshav has a problem.
 His name is Ompuri Keshav.
 And that makes it OK to call him OK which was not OK with him.
                                           


Here is why,


                     When OK met Neena on Feb 14th at Hiranandani Gardens , Powai , he made a classic Valentine Day's move towards her:
Kneeling down with a bouquet of flowers ,
and asking her,


"Will you marry me?"
She smiled , started with "OK" and followed it with "hmmm..."  and then remained silent. OK looked sternly at her lips waiting for more words but she remained silent.


He again asked,


"Will you marry me Neena?"
She smiled, said "OK" and followed it with "hmmm..." and then remained silent.
It was not OK for him for her to pull such a big prank on him.
That is why OK is not OK with OK.


On another day:


Ok are you OK?
No I am not ok with you calling me OK?
Will you call me Om or Keshav?
Ok OK I will call you Keshav?
I said no OK, you get that???
OK OK relax


The above was a little conversation which happened between OK and his Bengali friend Sourav when OK skidded on his bike with Sourav on the back pillion. It pained OK more that Sourav asked those than that he skidded and landed in a typical by-the-roadside-Indian waste pit
That is why OK is not OK with OK.




Leave the sarcasm aside, even when he made an intelligent remark , all he got was a OK response.
It happened so one day when in the cafeteria a guy made a rude remark at a girl that she was too short. He utilized the opportunity , pulled the guy aside by his collar and asked ,
"Why are Indian women shorter ? Do you know?"
The guy felt embarrassed being cornered before the crowd and remained silent.
OK then continued,
"It is because of you"
"It is because of Indian men like you"
and made a pause to make sure every girl around was listening at this and continued,
"For centuries Indian men have been choosing shorter women for marriage to assert his superiority,
which made the taller genes disappear by Darwin's theory of natural selection"


he paused and looked at the girl and smiled. She smiled and said
"Thank you so much OK"


That is why OK is not OK with OK.




He hated the OK button
He hated the word OK
He didn't even go for the movie PK as it rhymed with OK.


On his previous birthday party, his friends made a cake with OK written on it,
When OK saw it , he threw the cake and shouted in anger,


"I am not OK"
His tamil friend Kumar seeing the cake disappear in a matter of seconds and having missed eating it, asked with a stoic expression:
"Are you OK?"


OK cried " I told you I am not "




OK finally changed his name. His new name is Buddha , just a single name with no surname .
He applied for US Visa and planned to start a new life away from OK country.
At the US Visa interview,
the official asked him,
"You have not mentioned your surname, is that OK?"
"No it is not OK!!"
"Then please mention your surname"


That is why OK is not OK with OK.


OK finally did apply for a Visa , went to US and started a new life.
His new life was OK.


Few months later, he received an email from his friend , Yadhav whose phone calls and instant messages he kept on ignoring along with those of his other OK friends. It read




Hey Om,


We are really sorry for all what happened.
We all meant it for fun but we shouldn't have gone overboard.
We miss you a lot, at least attend our calls or reply to our messages.
Despite feeling sorry for all what we did , we are very angry on you that you made us write such a formal mail like this.


We are not OK with what you did.


Apologies,
Yadhav,
On behalf of your friends.




OM pondered over the email , travelled through his OK memories and replied,

"That's OK"
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