For those who find IRI to be addictive, here is a replay of an old post of mine dated 15th May, 2012, which in a lighter vein, describes my own enchantment with IRI. Hope you enjoy it.
"There is a famous adage in Bengali which runs thus "JOTHO DOSH NANDO GHOSH". Translated in English, it means that everyone should have a favourite SCAPEGOAT or WHIPPING BOY HANDY to cop the blame for anything and everything WHICH CAN GO WRONG. Unfortunately IRI has now become the NANDO GHOSH of my HOUSEHOLD. But why ?
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was going through one of BG's interesting and inimitable posts and probably composing a riposte to it. My wife keeps the milk on the gas oven and goes for her bath, asking me to take care of the milk. By the time I have attended to BG the milk has boiled over and spilt, making a mess of the kitchen. And my wife says this is all because of your addiction to IRI. Poor me and poorer IRI.
Last evening, as she was hanging out my trousers to dry on the clothesline in the balcony abutting the main road, from the inner pocket of my pant, 8 currency notes of the denomination of Rs. 1000 and 16 of the denomination of Rs. 500, totalling Rs. 16000, tumbled on the floor of the balcony. To her it initially appeared that a benevolent GOD was showering his bountiful blessings on us in full view of the passers-by on the road. At first she thought it was raining not CATS & DOGS but CURRENCY NOTES. A peremptory summons to the scene of action and I was asked whether the money belonged to me. I said when it fell out of my pocket, it was unlikely to be someone else's treasure.
All hell then broke loose. She thundered "All this is happening because of that BLESSED RAILWAY WEBSITE OF YOURS." I tried to be funny by retorting " Those notes are mine but this website belongs to the moderator. So don't blame me for that" That only served to enrage her further. On and on she went "Ever since you started your association with this site, you have become totally UNMINDFUL and devoid of FOCUS. All these notes have got thoroughly drenched by virtue of their half an hour stint in the WASHING MACHINE."
I had to surrender without further resistance. BG's post could wait for eternity if needed. Immediately logged out of IRI and spread out all 24 notes under the fan taking care to use paper weights. An hour later they were devoid of moisture. Meanwhile, the mood of my better half, who is a rabid Tendulkar fan, took a turn for the worse after Sachin set up a dubious record, his first IPL GOLDEN DUCK.
It was only 2 hours later after Mumbai had won the match that I was forgiven and could muster enough courage to log on again to IRI. The currency notes have dried but the scars remain. They have now assumed the texture of STARCHED PIECES OF PAPER. I only hope they are still acceptable as a MEDIUM OF EXCHANGE IN THE MARKET."