Who has more ego? a 'bodily' argument:)

One fine day after reading thuka's blog about ego, his body parts started discussing about it. After a while the discussion turned into an argument. The argument was: “who is the culprit who has so much of ego because of which poor thuka suffers?”

As always his (thuka’s) mouth was the first to speak. It said “thuka’s ears behave exactly like two diodes connected in series. When someone speaks, though they show as if they are forward biased (n hence are accepting the information(I) ), instead of passing it to the brain they leak out the information through the other ear. So obviously after a while people get upset with him and hence stop talking to him. Poor thuka! Only thing these ears can do is sit and listen to music all day”

Upon hearing this, thuka’s eyes bulged out in protest. “What do you mean by you have SEEN? Seeing is my job. Your job is to talk and eat. And I see that these days you are good only at eating. Of course, unless you eat we all cannot survive. But TALKING is an unidirectional form of communication, exactly like a diode. There is nothing wrong in transmitting information out, but you keep doing that all day, and don’t even give a chance for the other person to talk. How do you expect the ears to do their job, unless they have a job to do…huh?”

Upon hearing all this Thuka’s face couldn’t handle it anymore and hence said “Look who’s talking. Frankly speaking, Thuka has one of the dumbest pair of eyes. You know why? To know, better ask his girlfriend. In spite of having a beautiful pair of expressive eyes, she can never express anything to him. Because these dumbos(pair of eyes), cannot understand. It’s not just that. They have been trying for eternity to wink, but still haven’t succeeded…lol. Once in a while the ‘hand’ pities them and hence comes and closes one of them. And they still to this day, they keep convincing people that they can wink. Can you believe we are among such dumb organs?”

“Enough!” says the brain “what’s wrong with you all? Look how pathetic you guys are behaving. You are throwing mud at each other? Is this how you guys treat each other after being together for this long? Mind you…it’s a long journey from here. You can’t keep fighting like this. I jus e-mailed ‘heart’ about all this. He (Heart) seems to be busy.”

“Yes brain” pumped the heart “I just got your e-mail. Sorry I was a little busy pumping up blood into these idiots. Guys its not of your mistake! Thuka is full of ego from head to toe (which infact makes you all behave like this). Infact, I have been pumping blood for so many years now that it’s all equally distributed among you all. You know what we should do? We should let the whole world know about it”

Brain: “Yes we should. I have an idea. ‘Hand’? are you busy?”

Hands: “This nut-pot (thuka) is sleeping rite? I am no where close to being busy”.

Brain: ‘tats good! Then can you log onto blogger.com and post our discussion there. Let everyone know what kind of a person we have here.”

Eyes:”Nice idea brain. Infact I know his username and password for the site. I have seen it. His username is mailkrips and password is **********.”

Brain: “Now I know why passwords are always full of ‘*’s. See how easily they fooled our DUMB ‘eyes’. Don’t worry, I know the password, I have e-mailed it hands.”

Hands: “Got it ‘Brain’ I have logged in.”

Brain: “Quick before he(Thuka) wakes up. Click ‘create new post’. Type our argument in the edit window. And click ‘publish post’ button. And yes, don’t forget to click ‘Republish the entire blog’ button.”

Eyes:” Wow…what an amazing idea. I cant wait to this crack (thuka) to get up tomorrow and read all those comments posted by others. I hope its bitter enough for him”

Brain: “Careful kid! Such comments could make him (thuka) to donate you off to someone. Hands are you done…quick he (thuka) might wake up!”

Hands: “I am done guys. Not going to do the spell check, guess it should be fine. Now sit back and relax…with this click all of us are going to be famous. And sorry ‘eyes’, have a nice time at the donation bank, we will miss you!”

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