Dec musings in Jan... :)

Ok!! I have got just 20 mins before the lunch gets served in the canteen here but this blog has to be typed and it will be, at any cost, remember in one of my posts I said that writing a post is like peeing when you got to do it, u ought to do it !! So here it is:-

The guard outside just gave me an expression of awe that sure matched the magnitude of me receiving a FAST TRACK watch as a Christmas gift. Yes, DIP-TEA gifted me one for Christmas, awesome na?? Someone does think I am worth all the money spent on that watch. It’s hard to believe sometimes the venues that God chooses to make you happy, I least expected it to come from this venue at least considering the alarming frequency with which I annoy her. I feel so grateful to her that I plan to pay all her shopping and beauty parlor bills for the next year or so :) Ahem!! lets just decrease the time period to a financial quarter, you see challenging economic conditions ka zaman hai bhai :) So, this one security guard of Infy thinks I am the most hardworking employee of Infosys and all the excellence, recognition etc awards should be given to me and why if you might like to ask me is because I come to office every weekend that I stay in Bangalore- hai na mast social life meri, little does he know that I spend most of my time writing stupid stuff and reading a few meaning full blogs like this one

I have just retuned from the Laundromat (Ok, Ok, now don’t Google to find a pic of it on net), it’s an electronic Dhobhi Ghat . Yep, something like the dhobi ghat in the backdrop of the Munna Bhai movie!! Yes!! but this one is a little different, we have state of the art, front loading washing machines where Infy employees bring trolleys full of clothes (Indian mentality, saale, sasthe main jo miltha hain uska overuse) every weekend, NG brings a bag, big enough to hold 4 machine guns, 2 rocket launchers, a dozen grenades and few kilos of dry fruits - kya news reader type effect diya dekha!- sit an relax while the machine does all the washing. Some of the machines just talk, you know, yes the sound emitted by some just increases over a period of time, they start shaking in their moulds, vibrating like hell and sound like a generator woken up from sleep and forcefully run; probably their way of complaining about all the dirt on the shirt collars or the chocolate wrappers in pockets. NG always imagines them to have life and says that they might also jump out of their moulds someday and start walking :) hai na weird mera room mate :D . You can sit an read an edition of The Week to impress the girl sitting next to you or jus put your head down and drool in your sleep, no one bothers you here and the employees are very understanding as well, they give you a reassuring smile that says "I believe in freedom as well so go on fold you torn under garment, someone might just spot it *naught grins*”

It does save a lot of time and most significantly frees a bachelor like me from physical bondage. Washing clothes has always been the most rigorous, abhorred, time consuming activity of mine on every weekend, hats off to my mom who washed my clothes for the first 19 years of my life. I was like one of those kids in the surf excel adds whose mother gives you a heart warming, 32 teeth out smile even when her son in all possibilities would have looked like a slum dweller’s child and resembled a snow man( brown in color, Note- the kids are always plump in the adds)with absolutely no sign of panic and anger she picks up a packet of detergent and says to the kid "blue ko blue rakhne ke liye green". The dirt in my clothes used to be somewhat of the same magnitude but then the scene used to be a little different from these adds. Mom used to thunder and sometimes I would roam around naked for the rest of the day as a result of my bandit queen's everlasting anger :) - traumatic childhood I had!!. But on a serious note, my clothes used to drip with sweat literally and the collars, uee maa, and not to forget the filth of things like chocolate wrappers, crayons, blades, wires, bolts and grease; I guess patience is the virtue of a true mother and every mother next only to selflessness and love being the first :). How else do you think I got the cleanest clothes to wear everyday to school and the whitest T-shirts to play every evening that left the others kids exclaiming to me "teri t-shirt meri t-shirt se safad kyu, kyu, kyu(echoes) :) and their moms becoming extremely jealous of the safadhi :D

Now the true calling of nature is being felt in my stomach and I got to find food in the campus. So see ya .. will be back soon .Please please please keep commenting, after the fiasco of DMK distributing rice, TVs and cash for free I guess it would be perfectly legal if I pay some of you to comment here .. U like it?? :) High hopes you have jaa oh jaa paise falthoo nahi hain !!!

Thanks DIP-TEA for the watch

On the Juke box- You’ve got a friend (Mc Fly) - This one s for you DIP-TEA