8 a.m. on a weekday morning. Mumbai’s crankiest best. Sweepers shuffling dust into the air with a vengeance, cars spelling out “Eat my dust” in their fumes, people shuffling to work. I stood at the bus stop frowning into thin air, waiting for a bus that was always late on…
On a particularly scorching day, five people jammed into a tiny soap-box (ooops…the Boss di gaddi…) with laptops, files, phones ringing, hands-free wires tangling, radio stations clashing and the road bump-bump-bumping along….provide enough fodder for yet another post in the Office Capers section. Waiting for AKB who’s late.SNC: Is that…
I used to be one helluva firebrand. So of course my friends had to be people who enjoyed playing with fire. Once a guy friend forwarded a mail titled “Guys rules” to his entire address book with a comment “Now what?”. I took one look at it, started smoking at…
Met an old childhood pal this weekend. A female friend.Looked in at a sale, saw the prices and raised serious doubts about the shop’s touch with realityEnacted a little charade to get another counter to exchange a lipstick that she changed her mind aboutBrowsed a bookshop and giggled over the…
You can tell the pressure is getting to us when the crazy jokes start flying. Today’s dose of hysteria flags off the weekend before that big meeting. It’s Friday! : GOD (a.k.a da Boss): So who gave the talk finally?Me: RC…that manager guySNC (Someone from the next cubicle): RC? Rajput…
What a vacuum feels like.
