Teenager to me: excuse me Uncle, which bus goes to Mulund station? Me (perplexed, looking around for Uncles, if any): sorry yaar, I don't know. Teenager: ok, thank you Uncle. Me (to self): Uncle?! Haha! And my Mother still thinks I haven't grown up yet! Anyway, I looked around and saw some cows grazing by the roadside minus any protection squad and wondered, if they were just beefly meetin'? Or, waiting to be beaten? Or to be simply eaten?! Or if someone dressed in a saffron robe will come to them with a greetin'?! Huh?! Haha! #GuyKaBull #UncleTips