Psst....keep it a secret but don't forget to peep inside your conscience....found a similar story????
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
......and we live this
Psst....keep it a secret but don't forget to peep inside your conscience....found a similar story????
the tale of two personalities!
one, my chai wala and second, my tiffin wala.
……btw I don't drink tea. Yet if my chaiwala has found himself a place in my blog, then there has to be something about his ‘aura’... He's about 18 (just a vague guess…..) and has a rather misgiving look. He strays into your room (ref to workplace and not the room where I stay) with a tray of chai cups, without even making his presence feel, looks at you (if you interact with him by any chance) with great sorrow in his eyes and come what may ever, doesn’t get you coffee...... there's a reason behind writing the 3rd part of the sentence (and that's exactly the essence of my story)....let me elaborate.
He regularly brings tea to my office and since I don't drink tea, a few of my colleagues asked him to get coffee. Now this request for coffee has been going on since the last 4 days (btw, they make coffee in his tapri...we've confirmed that) but all goes in vain.
This is how the conversation went, about 4days back (and this conversation will explain his personality in detail):
11.00am
One of us (OOU): coffee banta hai na dukaan me?
He: ho
OOU: to leke aoge?
He: nod
OOU: ok, to shaam ko le .....by the time we finish this sentence he's gone.
04.00pm
OOU: coffee?
He: ho
OOU: ho? nahi laye?
He just looks up at you with a very pitiful and expressionless face. His small, watery eyes has such a pathetic kind of an expression, that you regret asking him for coffee. Just to cheer youself after looking at his intense expressions, you smile at him (when he serves tea to others and asks me everyday whether or not I want tea....asks means 'expresses' ). Every time you smile, his expressions in return shout, ‘save me. Mai gharelu hinsa ka shikaar hu.’ Trust me I’ve confirmed ‘stuffs’ and all iz well at his tapri…..bt ya, that’s the guy I meet at work: a guy who doesn't get you coffee and who just doesn't talk.
Now comes my tiffin boy…dinner time ka dabba waala....THE DABBA WALA. He must be of the same age as the chaiwala(maybe less) but that’s the only common string between them (other than the fact that both are world's biggest screwed up elements). This dabbawala has a very high pitched voice and speaks with a nasal twang.
DINNER TIME (which does not happen until the clock strikes 10.30, whatever you do….how much ever you shout at them)
There’s a knock at the door and I go to open it. The moment I’ve opened it and taken the dabba from his hand, you realize he’s staring at your face and smiling (why?????).... He takes support of my wall (his body is out but his hands are on the inside walls of my room) and starts oscillating to and fro.
I say: thankyou bhaiyya
He shouts: dhanyawaad aapko bhi aur walcome (and continues standing and staring)
Finally I have to close the door on his face and when the door is just 3inches from completely closing, I can still see him standing there....WHY?
This "knock-hand over tiffin- oscillate-dhanyawaad aur walcome- shut the door on face" routine has been happening since the last many months. Everytime I get the feeling that he wants to say something, I ask him, ‘kya?’
He shouts: kuch nahi….
and then continues standing….so again the only resort left is to close the door on his face.
But a few nights back, the routine changed a bit and he opened his mouth, a few moments before I was going to push the door close.
He shouted: Aap patrakar hai?
I said: Huh?
(and all that time he continues staring, smiling and oscilating....why????)
He shouted: Aaj ki khabar kya hai?
I said: (loudly) pata nahi and (in my mind) WTF….
The night after that my friend came to stay overnight......Again the clock struck 10.20 and he came.....
After staring, smiling and oscilating, he said: Kya kar rahe ho aap (stares…..)
I said: Kyu?
ACT: DOOR SHUT WITH SUCH A SPEED THAT THE TREMORS WERE FELT BY MY WHOLE BUILDING!
I asked God, my friend and myself: WHY???
minimize. TC.......
……btw I don't drink tea. Yet if my chaiwala has found himself a place in my blog, then there has to be something about his ‘aura’... He's about 18 (just a vague guess…..) and has a rather misgiving look. He strays into your room (ref to workplace and not the room where I stay) with a tray of chai cups, without even making his presence feel, looks at you (if you interact with him by any chance) with great sorrow in his eyes and come what may ever, doesn’t get you coffee...... there's a reason behind writing the 3rd part of the sentence (and that's exactly the essence of my story)....let me elaborate.
He regularly brings tea to my office and since I don't drink tea, a few of my colleagues asked him to get coffee. Now this request for coffee has been going on since the last 4 days (btw, they make coffee in his tapri...we've confirmed that) but all goes in vain.
This is how the conversation went, about 4days back (and this conversation will explain his personality in detail):
11.00am
One of us (OOU): coffee banta hai na dukaan me?
He: ho
OOU: to leke aoge?
He: nod
OOU: ok, to shaam ko le .....by the time we finish this sentence he's gone.
04.00pm
OOU: coffee?
He: ho
OOU: ho? nahi laye?
He just looks up at you with a very pitiful and expressionless face. His small, watery eyes has such a pathetic kind of an expression, that you regret asking him for coffee. Just to cheer youself after looking at his intense expressions, you smile at him (when he serves tea to others and asks me everyday whether or not I want tea....asks means 'expresses' ). Every time you smile, his expressions in return shout, ‘save me. Mai gharelu hinsa ka shikaar hu.’ Trust me I’ve confirmed ‘stuffs’ and all iz well at his tapri…..bt ya, that’s the guy I meet at work: a guy who doesn't get you coffee and who just doesn't talk.
Now comes my tiffin boy…dinner time ka dabba waala....THE DABBA WALA. He must be of the same age as the chaiwala(maybe less) but that’s the only common string between them (other than the fact that both are world's biggest screwed up elements). This dabbawala has a very high pitched voice and speaks with a nasal twang.
DINNER TIME (which does not happen until the clock strikes 10.30, whatever you do….how much ever you shout at them)
There’s a knock at the door and I go to open it. The moment I’ve opened it and taken the dabba from his hand, you realize he’s staring at your face and smiling (why?????).... He takes support of my wall (his body is out but his hands are on the inside walls of my room) and starts oscillating to and fro.
I say: thankyou bhaiyya
He shouts: dhanyawaad aapko bhi aur walcome (and continues standing and staring)
Finally I have to close the door on his face and when the door is just 3inches from completely closing, I can still see him standing there....WHY?
This "knock-hand over tiffin- oscillate-dhanyawaad aur walcome- shut the door on face" routine has been happening since the last many months. Everytime I get the feeling that he wants to say something, I ask him, ‘kya?’
He shouts: kuch nahi….
and then continues standing….so again the only resort left is to close the door on his face.
But a few nights back, the routine changed a bit and he opened his mouth, a few moments before I was going to push the door close.
He shouted: Aap patrakar hai?
I said: Huh?
(and all that time he continues staring, smiling and oscilating....why????)
He shouted: Aaj ki khabar kya hai?
I said: (loudly) pata nahi and (in my mind) WTF….
The night after that my friend came to stay overnight......Again the clock struck 10.20 and he came.....
After staring, smiling and oscilating, he said: Kya kar rahe ho aap (stares…..)
I said: Kyu?
ACT: DOOR SHUT WITH SUCH A SPEED THAT THE TREMORS WERE FELT BY MY WHOLE BUILDING!
I asked God, my friend and myself: WHY???
minimize. TC.......
Monday, January 18, 2010
THINK local
A toothpick (no groans boss....it's some serious mind rattling stuffs I'm gonna discuss....). ok, how many times do we really think of it? Never is the most apt answer. But just try to recall the last time a b****y strand of chicken (sorry vegetarians....please be 'innovative' and think of your own example) placed itself comfortably in the gap of your teeth and became impertinent and stubbron to come out? Try recalling your algorithmic approaches for taking it out. Here are the top 5 as per me....
5th, your long nails ('mostly' if you are a girl or if you are not and yet like flaunting long nails....why???), 4th, your tongue (pushing it hard baby...ahem...),
3rd, some visiting card or a sharp edged piece of paper (ya, that works and yes, I've done that....ewww...but practical),
2nd, safety pin (the ever so helpful safety pin) and
at the top comes the ever ignored and the least loved, THE TOOTHPICK...the final hero, the amazing innovation which usually tops the list of the least considered alsorans when listing the top 50 home aids, becomes the 'can't-do-without-you' necessity.....doesn't it?
So, that's my top innovation for today- the calm, quiet and humble helper. What's yours? (someone has to acknowledge the smaller innovations)
P.S. If you think this post is a result of idleness, then try inventing some really uncomplicated and simple innovations.....for that case, try THINKING SIMPLE and LOCAL
5th, your long nails ('mostly' if you are a girl or if you are not and yet like flaunting long nails....why???), 4th, your tongue (pushing it hard baby...ahem...),
3rd, some visiting card or a sharp edged piece of paper (ya, that works and yes, I've done that....ewww...but practical),
2nd, safety pin (the ever so helpful safety pin) and
at the top comes the ever ignored and the least loved, THE TOOTHPICK...the final hero, the amazing innovation which usually tops the list of the least considered alsorans when listing the top 50 home aids, becomes the 'can't-do-without-you' necessity.....doesn't it?
So, that's my top innovation for today- the calm, quiet and humble helper. What's yours? (someone has to acknowledge the smaller innovations)
P.S. If you think this post is a result of idleness, then try inventing some really uncomplicated and simple innovations.....for that case, try THINKING SIMPLE and LOCAL
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Thank you my 'commentators'
Hello....It's been a good and a busy day today, working and all...and now that I've come back home, I know I want to start writing my BLOG2 (seriously, I'm badly bitten by the bukbug.....nice one. Did u even understand why i called the term 'bukbug' nice one????).....ok, so, the first question that pops up in my mind is what to write....wow, I never knew I could ever be so thoughtless....thoughtless??? God, English is a funny language....By thoughtless here, I meant to say idea less, suffering from lack of words (suffering is a hugely heavy word, but that's fine), not knowing what to write etc etc. So, let me just pick up this chance to thank my friends for the comments they posted for my blog (first blog to be specific, as I've been proudly claiming...not that there's something to be proud of, about blogging, but all those who've been trying to work upon their new year resolutions since years and failing constantly, will understand exactly why I'm proud)...lemme call them my amazing group of commentators (COs)......
It wouldn't be a lie, if I said, I forced 'a few' to write comments, but that's what friends are for, right? You force them to praise you, butter you, say good...nah great words in your favour, and they do it....at least this is how my friends have been. Very kind, very encouraging, very very encouraging at times and very supportive. Whatever I've done, I've always been made to feel that I've done the best thing and in the best possible way.....I think they deserve a thank you....
Thank you my co1, Anjali, my office colleague from DNA and one of the liveliest people I've ever met; Akhilesh bhaiyya (co2, I meant commentator 2 btw), one of the most 'politics savvy' and intelligent people in my life; Shruti (co3, ab co3 ka koi heavy meaning mat nikaal lena), the uber intelligent scholar; Abhilasha (my c04), my biggest praises come from her, and last but no way the least Vivek (my c05), a sweetheart (and my biggest encouragements come from him)...The mentioned ones are one of those people about whom I realllly care....With such people around me, who gets the chance to get upset or feel bogged down???? Tks a lot (Wow....sentiments are taking rounds around me since the solar eclipse.....hmmmm...somethings wrong!)...For now, gud nyt everyone (gud nyt indicates that lucky people will go and have their ghar ka khana and then sleep and the unluckier ones, where I stand first, will reluctantly open the tiffin centre ka tiffin with crossed fingers and hope it's not one of those pulses I've been eating since 2009) Keep commenting on my 'upcoming blogs' (I'll pataofy the others too)....stay tuned (or tunn'ed'....samajhne waale samajh gaye)....minimise again. TC
Friday, January 15, 2010
FIRST DAY IN THE BLOGOSPHERE
Hey all. Finally I'm here. These people gave me an option between whether or not I wanted my REAL name to be published. I chose the former option (maybe because I really don't know why I should choose not to disclose my name, when I'm showcasing my ideas and posting them on such a high profile medium).... Was planning to start blogging since forever, but things had to work out finally on the 16th of Jan...btw I'm at work and too much is happening around me, some of which I can't mention (or maybe shouldn't), the rest I'm mentioning with a hope that none of my office colleagues will read my blog....and ya some of it, is very 'it's what i'm thinking ryt now' stuff.....First things first. Suddenly I've been loaded with loads of work (suddenly means 5 mins after I wrote the first word of my first blog). Not that I mind being loaded coz I like being busy..... busy doing things I love to do, n not crap. And, it's some interesting copy work that's been handed over to me, which should go live soon, so yes, I'm kinda excited.
Since the day I first stepped into my workplace I kept feeling I'd seen one of the people here (I'm saying 'people' coz I didn't know until 15 mins back who he was), somewhere.....his face resembled one of my close friends long back. I thought he looked good but somehow was in a quandary about whether to call him decent looking or ummmm....wierd, but today I know that all I want to do is refrain from using any 'controversial words' for describing him (controversial in the sense of 'not positive ones' because until today I was watching him behind a tinted glass wall and today I saw him clear......). The reason for refraining is because I think he's my boss.....(and he is popping up in my cubicle every now and then and I have to keep minimising this window)....can't re-read to check what I've written on my first blog. How sad. But ya, that's life...oh God! too much, for description of life. But ya, before my job tanks, cyao..loved blogging....though I really don't know what to do next and how to get people reading it....(though Im not exactly sure I want people to read it). minimise again. tc.
Since the day I first stepped into my workplace I kept feeling I'd seen one of the people here (I'm saying 'people' coz I didn't know until 15 mins back who he was), somewhere.....his face resembled one of my close friends long back. I thought he looked good but somehow was in a quandary about whether to call him decent looking or ummmm....wierd, but today I know that all I want to do is refrain from using any 'controversial words' for describing him (controversial in the sense of 'not positive ones' because until today I was watching him behind a tinted glass wall and today I saw him clear......). The reason for refraining is because I think he's my boss.....(and he is popping up in my cubicle every now and then and I have to keep minimising this window)....can't re-read to check what I've written on my first blog. How sad. But ya, that's life...oh God! too much, for description of life. But ya, before my job tanks, cyao..loved blogging....though I really don't know what to do next and how to get people reading it....(though Im not exactly sure I want people to read it). minimise again. tc.
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