The great grand old man(not iron) of our company(not India) had asked me to wait till 9pm to clear off his pending work and lo! it starts raining, I had an appointment with Dr at 9.30pm and now how do I make it? Without thinking much I pack from office escaping the clutches of the ever green banyan tree.
Puff Puff and here I come across
Someone - Why could you not carry an umbrella with you
This one - You will fall ill and only then would you realise
That one - You could have waited till the rain stopped
Which one -You could have asked your roomate for help
Somebody - You could have asked your boss for a drop
But my Dr, who was waiting with a towel asked the rain
You could have waited till my patient reached me.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
A Call, A Girl and A Dr.
8th March, Sunday, 11am, I drag myself out from bed, picking up newspaper. What’s wrong with the supplement pages – photographs of women from cross section of society, yes it Women’s day and I was flipping through women’s day special supplement.
Whoosh – it reminds me of her. We got introduced over a social networking site. Click click click follows and even more click click lucky me, what a ‘horse power smile’, all if rated were not to be less than 8.5 out of 10. Thud Thud dap dap dape thud thud thud I’m floored and on the floor, Dr. suggest an ancient therapy involving eye ‘SAVE’ for coming out of my current state of Twist and Perplexion (W&M syndrome in Dr.'s language)!
One fine day I call her and she says, let’s join for Salsa classes from tomorrow, butterfly in my stomach but I dare not say ‘No’ to the salsa classes. I take solace that I would know if I’m a duck or an eagle. Booooo! Am scared of hospital, Dr. advises bed rest for a month!
Another fine day, I call her up and she raises a toast to what I spoke, latter did I realize what I spoke ‘hi, hello, how are you. Hope all well there, here all in the well too’!
Yet another day, I call her she say’s she busy with her ‘mother-in-law’ in some engagement ceremony!
I call her up the same day evening and she asks me to come to Indoor stadium for badminton. She tells me ‘Run every day, you are no good for game’. “I go for runnings these days as well as coaching’s, to improve my pathetic form and Dr., I may soon die from having no air to breathe”!
I call her and she ask me to write down a poem about her and in reply I get Dear @#$%, Go to!#@#@98*&^, you dumb %)*&^W)*&. @#”*(! &^E. >) @!)!@*&^(*!&#!M<<,:.!
I call her she say’s lets meet over a coffee. While having coffee I ask for sugar and lo! She says no sugar for me and tells me that she’s got a ‘call’.
Mother Mary – please save me. She now says she is a new leaf. What do I do?
Meeting my Dr. without permission, I mean without an appointment does not seem to be a nice idea for a gentle man like me on a Sunday that too on Women’s day.
Whoosh – it reminds me of her. We got introduced over a social networking site. Click click click follows and even more click click lucky me, what a ‘horse power smile’, all if rated were not to be less than 8.5 out of 10. Thud Thud dap dap dape thud thud thud I’m floored and on the floor, Dr. suggest an ancient therapy involving eye ‘SAVE’ for coming out of my current state of Twist and Perplexion (W&M syndrome in Dr.'s language)!
One fine day I call her and she says, let’s join for Salsa classes from tomorrow, butterfly in my stomach but I dare not say ‘No’ to the salsa classes. I take solace that I would know if I’m a duck or an eagle. Booooo! Am scared of hospital, Dr. advises bed rest for a month!
Another fine day, I call her up and she raises a toast to what I spoke, latter did I realize what I spoke ‘hi, hello, how are you. Hope all well there, here all in the well too’!
Yet another day, I call her she say’s she busy with her ‘mother-in-law’ in some engagement ceremony!
I call her up the same day evening and she asks me to come to Indoor stadium for badminton. She tells me ‘Run every day, you are no good for game’. “I go for runnings these days as well as coaching’s, to improve my pathetic form and Dr., I may soon die from having no air to breathe”!
I call her and she ask me to write down a poem about her and in reply I get Dear @#$%, Go to!#@#@98*&^, you dumb %)*&^W)*&. @#”*(! &^E. >) @!)!@*&^(*!&#!M<<,:.!
I call her she say’s lets meet over a coffee. While having coffee I ask for sugar and lo! She says no sugar for me and tells me that she’s got a ‘call’.
Mother Mary – please save me. She now says she is a new leaf. What do I do?
Meeting my Dr. without permission, I mean without an appointment does not seem to be a nice idea for a gentle man like me on a Sunday that too on Women’s day.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Kaloo and 360 Degree ka Chuhaaa
1am, B-1/18 Hauz Khaz– a December late night. Pattu bhai is under his chadaai learning the text and texting in his mobile, haathi his room partner is cursing the author of the text book and blasting Pattu bhai for his wrong choice in selection of text book. He now head towards kitchen for a small snack his third dinner in the last 3 hour!
Mangae ram is in his national costume strolling around munching fruits, making calls to all the so called ‘toppers’ of the class to understand the syllabus. Foonti his room mate is busy collecting ‘Wills’ packets and making multiple copy of his hall tickets and lo! By morning the entire syllabus is carved on ‘Wills packet’ and ‘Hall tickets’.
Ghoda is back after late night ‘fishing’ for his ‘pet project’ on the topic ‘consumer buying behavior and attitude’. The sample size is one! Ghoda is our pride – trust me, while we all have dual specialization in MBA he has ‘dual-dual degree – Finance & Marketing, HR & System’ phew what a galloping power.
Kaloo our Naukar to beat the cold has just consumed ‘one goat’ making ‘Pattu bhai’ comment, if you keep eating all our goats in Delhi how will we get milk to drink. He is wrapped head to toe and often shouting out loud – silence please I am studying.
3am, our Naukar starts laughing we all rush to his room and we learn that ‘he was laughing thinking about a cow crossing his bike while he was riding’!!!
4am, Ghoda deep in sleep wakes up and blurt out to Kaloo ‘did you see the 360 degree ka chuhaa that just went out of the door’ saying this ghoda hits the bed and starts snoring. We had our share looking at our battered kaloo and must admit he is the only person still sane even after being questioned about 360 degree of chuhaa.
Mangae ram is in his national costume strolling around munching fruits, making calls to all the so called ‘toppers’ of the class to understand the syllabus. Foonti his room mate is busy collecting ‘Wills’ packets and making multiple copy of his hall tickets and lo! By morning the entire syllabus is carved on ‘Wills packet’ and ‘Hall tickets’.
Ghoda is back after late night ‘fishing’ for his ‘pet project’ on the topic ‘consumer buying behavior and attitude’. The sample size is one! Ghoda is our pride – trust me, while we all have dual specialization in MBA he has ‘dual-dual degree – Finance & Marketing, HR & System’ phew what a galloping power.
Kaloo our Naukar to beat the cold has just consumed ‘one goat’ making ‘Pattu bhai’ comment, if you keep eating all our goats in Delhi how will we get milk to drink. He is wrapped head to toe and often shouting out loud – silence please I am studying.
3am, our Naukar starts laughing we all rush to his room and we learn that ‘he was laughing thinking about a cow crossing his bike while he was riding’!!!
4am, Ghoda deep in sleep wakes up and blurt out to Kaloo ‘did you see the 360 degree ka chuhaa that just went out of the door’ saying this ghoda hits the bed and starts snoring. We had our share looking at our battered kaloo and must admit he is the only person still sane even after being questioned about 360 degree of chuhaa.
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