(This blog article is from a set of mails that I sent to my gang. This is the third of the post dated 25 July '08)
Tis a friday, the most loved day for any working person, except of course if the person is Nikhil Shah whose weekend keeps revolving all around the week :-) Not to sound like a complaint, but the week got over in a jiffy! I remember coming in, all sleepy, on Monday and now I am sitting and typing this stuff and it is a Friday.
Well! So this past week was great for two reasons. First being the fridge (ta daaa!!), second being the washing machine (tan ta daaaa!!!). We have a very simple understanding as far as buying appliances in concerned; one person alone buys it, so that if or when the person has to leave he can do whatever he pleases with it - take it, sell it, donate it ;) etc. I bought the fridge, somebody else bought the washing machine, a third person is gonna buy a TV someday.
I can't remember being happier in recent times than I was when I used the new washing machine for the first time couple days ago. Lets put it this way:
Washing a bedsheet - 20 mins
Washing 2 jeans - 45 mins
Washing 5 shirts - 1 hour
Watching the washing machine do all this for you while you sip tea - timeless!
I would like to introduce another character in this series. It is the society watchman. I don't know if I mentioned this in the last mail, but when this dude saw me going back with a new gas stove he very cleverly and dutifully canvassed for some cook that he knows, about how that cook will come in and cook every evening so that I won't have to go out to eat. "Chabi de do shaabjee, uu khaana pakane wali aayegi to main usse khaana bana lega na! Aap ko roz roz bahaar khaane se accha hain ghar baithkar khao aaraam se!" The reason I have not hired a cook yet is because the asked price seems a bit funny. Anyways, one of these days, when he was talking to his cronies, I asked him if there is some person who delivers tiffins at home daily. It was like hearing a recorded tape. "Cook le lo na shabjee! Chabi de do shaabjee, uu khaana pakane wali aayegi to main usse khaana bana lega na! Aap ko roz roz bahaar khaane se accha hain ghar baithkar khao aaraam se!" At some point one of his cronies spoke up, saying that there is some tiffin delivery guy in the area ... and ... that's it! What followed was a conversation between watchman and cronie in chaste nepali (or so I am assuming) and then Mr. watchman turned and said, "cook le lo shabjee!" There is just no reasoning with him! The best part is, I caught hold of the other guy a day back or so and asked him about the supposed tiffin delivery, but by this point he had conveniently developed amnesia ... sheesh! Mr. watchman is a strange chap; he sent back a courier guy some days back who was carrying a courier for one of my flatmates. The reason we came to know later, is since he didn't know all of our names so he couldn't be sure if the name on the courier was of someone who stays in the flat. Yes, I am wondering the same thing that you are - why did he not just come to the house and ask?
I guess common sense is not that common after all ...
And now for the workplace! When I come to my workplace in the morning, the first thing I have to do is find a place to sit. Yeah, there is no space left on my floor; they are gonna shift this new team to another building, what with another 14 people joining in a month that has to be done soon. "You can take whichever free desk you find" or so my manager told me on the very first day, and two days later I happened to sit on another manager's chair. The good thing is everyone's quite cool here ... he just took his lan-cord and left. Of course when I came to know from one of my seniors, what a brave deed I have done, I didn't really pat myself on the back. I have since then mentally marked out that cubicle and the space around it as 'off limits'.
Well, that's about it for now ... next week I'll introduce you to some characters from the workplace. Till then, adios! Have a great weekend (you too Shah) and take care.
- Big Foot in Bengaluru
PS: My weekends are not all that interesting especially since I don't have internet at home yet, and Sundays come with a 9 hour long power-cut, from 8am to 5pm.
PS2: I somehow managed to sneak out early yesterday with a hope of getting tickets for Batman, but all 5 shows at 10:00pm were sold out since afternoon ... guess I'll hafta try this weekend again ... watched Hancock instead ...
Tis a friday, the most loved day for any working person, except of course if the person is Nikhil Shah whose weekend keeps revolving all around the week :-) Not to sound like a complaint, but the week got over in a jiffy! I remember coming in, all sleepy, on Monday and now I am sitting and typing this stuff and it is a Friday.
Well! So this past week was great for two reasons. First being the fridge (ta daaa!!), second being the washing machine (tan ta daaaa!!!). We have a very simple understanding as far as buying appliances in concerned; one person alone buys it, so that if or when the person has to leave he can do whatever he pleases with it - take it, sell it, donate it ;) etc. I bought the fridge, somebody else bought the washing machine, a third person is gonna buy a TV someday.
I can't remember being happier in recent times than I was when I used the new washing machine for the first time couple days ago. Lets put it this way:
Washing a bedsheet - 20 mins
Washing 2 jeans - 45 mins
Washing 5 shirts - 1 hour
Watching the washing machine do all this for you while you sip tea - timeless!
I would like to introduce another character in this series. It is the society watchman. I don't know if I mentioned this in the last mail, but when this dude saw me going back with a new gas stove he very cleverly and dutifully canvassed for some cook that he knows, about how that cook will come in and cook every evening so that I won't have to go out to eat. "Chabi de do shaabjee, uu khaana pakane wali aayegi to main usse khaana bana lega na! Aap ko roz roz bahaar khaane se accha hain ghar baithkar khao aaraam se!" The reason I have not hired a cook yet is because the asked price seems a bit funny. Anyways, one of these days, when he was talking to his cronies, I asked him if there is some person who delivers tiffins at home daily. It was like hearing a recorded tape. "Cook le lo na shabjee! Chabi de do shaabjee, uu khaana pakane wali aayegi to main usse khaana bana lega na! Aap ko roz roz bahaar khaane se accha hain ghar baithkar khao aaraam se!" At some point one of his cronies spoke up, saying that there is some tiffin delivery guy in the area ... and ... that's it! What followed was a conversation between watchman and cronie in chaste nepali (or so I am assuming) and then Mr. watchman turned and said, "cook le lo shabjee!" There is just no reasoning with him! The best part is, I caught hold of the other guy a day back or so and asked him about the supposed tiffin delivery, but by this point he had conveniently developed amnesia ... sheesh! Mr. watchman is a strange chap; he sent back a courier guy some days back who was carrying a courier for one of my flatmates. The reason we came to know later, is since he didn't know all of our names so he couldn't be sure if the name on the courier was of someone who stays in the flat. Yes, I am wondering the same thing that you are - why did he not just come to the house and ask?
I guess common sense is not that common after all ...
And now for the workplace! When I come to my workplace in the morning, the first thing I have to do is find a place to sit. Yeah, there is no space left on my floor; they are gonna shift this new team to another building, what with another 14 people joining in a month that has to be done soon. "You can take whichever free desk you find" or so my manager told me on the very first day, and two days later I happened to sit on another manager's chair. The good thing is everyone's quite cool here ... he just took his lan-cord and left. Of course when I came to know from one of my seniors, what a brave deed I have done, I didn't really pat myself on the back. I have since then mentally marked out that cubicle and the space around it as 'off limits'.
Well, that's about it for now ... next week I'll introduce you to some characters from the workplace. Till then, adios! Have a great weekend (you too Shah) and take care.
- Big Foot in Bengaluru
PS: My weekends are not all that interesting especially since I don't have internet at home yet, and Sundays come with a 9 hour long power-cut, from 8am to 5pm.
PS2: I somehow managed to sneak out early yesterday with a hope of getting tickets for Batman, but all 5 shows at 10:00pm were sold out since afternoon ... guess I'll hafta try this weekend again ... watched Hancock instead ...
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