My first on this new blog under the ‘Office Capers’ section. For my new readers, here is a glossary for your guidance: SNC: Someone from the neighboring cubicleSFOS: Someone from the other sideGod: a.k.a da BOSSAKB: Allah ki Bandi a.k.a Boss ki chamchi We spend one-third or more of our…
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.
I slept over and nearly missed the bus, watched grey rain soiling the already wonderful roads of Mumbai and finally got to office to kick-start Monday with this conversation with SNC (Someone from the next cubicle, for those who missed my earlier post) Me: *Groan* I hate Mondays.SNC: Yeah, it…
The Superwoman origin story:
I am the only kid on the tree in pigtails
I am the daughter who will one day be the ‘man of the house’
Wednesday: Meeting at 10:30, made it after wading through knee deep water, rolled up trouser legs, precariously balancing laptop on one shoulder (uggh….why don’t they make these things lighter?) and handbag on the other. Made it into the office! Soaking umbrella dumped into the bucket at the door, hair slicked…