Posts tagged ‘in real life’

Conversation with the old, sardarji cabbie who drove me home today.

Cabbie: Sab theek hai na? Aap tension mein lag rahe ho.  {Is everything alright? You seem worried.}

Me: Haan sab theek hai. Bas aage ke roads band hain aur late bhi hua hai, isliye .. {Yes, everything’s fine. Just that the roads ahead are closed and it is quite late in the day.}

Cabbie: Abhi late kahan hua hai! Abhi to sirf 12 (am) baj rahe hain. {It’s not late. It’s only 12 am yet.}

How can you not love Mumbai for this??

The goodest samaritans

Not unlike Sarah Palin, I have discovered that I too can invent words. Hence the goodest. Unlike Sarah Palin however, I will explain the reasoning behind the invention and not attribute it to Shakespeare.

Note the goodest. Not best. Best would indicate really the most superior, the best of the good samaritans. By goodest however, I mean those samaritans who really want to do good deeds, not necessarily from the motive of doing good. The motive could be to cheat the system (any system), or an inability to see others in a position they couldn’t achieve. And the goodest samaritan always, but always, inflicts his good on an unwilling recipient. I know, because I was the unwilling recipient of such goodness on 2 separate occasions.

To give you a background, both these incidents happened in BEST buses (which are one of the mainstays of Bombay, God bless them!). These buses have reserved seating for ladies, earlier 3, increased to 6. Also, they have recently introduced a system of an all day ticket, worth Rs. 25, which a person can use all day in any direction, within city limits, but which, while not explicitly mentioned, is safe to assume are non-transferable and are for use by one person only. Read more…

Quotable Quotes

Good friends give you advice you already knew, only in a louder voice.

And now, I have managed to miss another close friend’s wedding; this is the 2nd such incident.

Gah.

Idea no. 1

 I have returned – not with a brilliant post, but a mail which made me laugh.

A friend forwarded me a mail with a link to a social corner on my company’s network, where some genius has observed and posted that employees aren’t happy leaving their wife at some location or for some other company. He is requesting the company to start a marriage beuro for the employees, so they will get the option to select their lifepartner, and the couple can be happily employed with the company for the rest of their life.

I know IT companies have overworked people, and office-romances flourish like bay trees, but this gent’s expectation of having the company take care of you is just too much. Expectations notwithstanding, he absolutely wins for such an idea with immense entertainment value. Damn, I am almost tempted to brush up a story out of that premise.  

P.S. Grammatical errors posted above do not belong to me.

It rained that night

The mystery of the mysteriously appearing water in our living room (if you want to read that post, go search – I am feeling too lazy to link up! A few useful keywords are spooked, osmosis, and Spain. There, that makes it sound a lot more interesting. 😀 ) has been solved. And the theory propounded by the ladies Raysh and DewD-ette of it being Ghosts holds no substance. Chronologically speaking, this post also ought to have been posted sometime in August, but, laziness works in strange ways again.

So, it was a dark and scary night and the roomie and I were sitting in our semi-lit room, busily surfing away. Heh. Couldn’t resist that. Anyway, we were both surfing away on our respective laptops, when there was a sudden noise of something pitter-pattering in the room. This went on to become some major Pitter-Pattering. We both looked around and then saw some water (I lie, it was more like a lot of water) accumulating on the floor. Then, we noticed it was gently cascading down from the ceiling.

After our hearts returned to their respective positions, we went upstairs and knocked. Turns out, someone had just taken a nice long wallow in the bath-tub (or what my roomie calls ‘the mandakini-snan’ 😀 ), pulled the plug, and the water like an obedient child listening to its mum, followed the law of gravity.

Since, that’s all there was to it, we just asked those guys not to use that bathroom (I really hope they had another! ), and called up the leasing agency. I hope they have had it repaired by now, or the next unsuspecting tenants will have to re-solve this mystery for themselves.