Once there lived a person named Vittal Raj in a village. He was drunkard and irresponsible to his village and family. He used to drink alcohol the whole day with his earnings in the morning. Another irony about Vittal Raj was he misunderstood everything and everyone when he was drunk.

One fine Sunday, Vittal Raj was drunk as usual. Today a little too much. He was walking on a cliff of a quarry. The villagers used that quarry for their economical development as the villagers owned its for themselves without lending to anyone.

It was usual to shutter big rock by bombing them in that quarry.  The secretary of the quarry and the bombing boys are preparing to blow a rock that is about to be cleared the next day. They were all set and the secretary suddenly stopped the bombing boys from triggering the bomb as he saw Vittal Raj walking on that side and smoking a thin cigar. But the boys had already triggered it and can not be stopped anymore.

Secretary: Hey... You lunatic Vittal come down the rock is about to be blown up there.

Vittal to secretary: What Rock and Bomb you are talking about you stupid secretary?

Sec: Vittal come down.. a bomb is about to blast the place.

Vittal with little panic and commic expression: A bomb! You stupid secretary. Why are you standing there when you already knew a bomb is there. Come up here. You will be saved by this Vittal Raj, the mighty.

Sec: The bomb is next to you Vittal not next to me.

Vittal: What?, Vittal turned toward the bomb like a table fan.

Sec: Vittal is dead. The bomb blown up the rock and the force pushed vittal to the lake down the quarry.

Vittal survived the bomb blast and reached to secretary by swimming through the lake.

Vittal to the Secretary: You lunatic idiot secretary; why didn't you tell the presence of bomb a little sooner. You had almost killed me.

Sec: I told you drunkard but you misunderstood.

Vittal: crying out loudly with a severing.

Bomb Boys: Laughing out loud beside them.

I used to be very confident in my English communication ability, but that day was the day that made me realize that I was very weak. That day, I met an elderly man who was very confused, looking back and forth. As if to express myself, I went to ask him what his problem was. He told me in English but somehow I don't know what he was trying to say. Suddenly a man came running, communicating with him in a very professional manner, who was just the receptionist in the opposite hotel and finally helped to solve the problem for him. When asked how this person could communicate with him, this person only answered that he was a native of the southern part of the United States because he was a old men, so he had quite old English so if he did not communicate. It is difficult to understand for a long time.