Thursday, 23 August 2012

Who Am I?



Namashhkaar..dada ne bejha humhe..cleaning keliye”

Dada ne aapko beja?? But dada khud aane wale the na?”
Patha nahi didi..lekin dada ne humko call karke aane ko bola”
Ek min, mein mere pathi se poochungi”
Teek hai didi..mein wait karunga”
She then rings up her husband to inform about the guy who came for cleaning.
Did you ask dada to come for cleaning?”
Yeah.. he said he will reach in one hour”
But there is another guy at the door, he says dada sent him.. Should I let him in?”
May be dada sent instead of him..let him clean, send him to my office for payment”
Ok”
While the guy is cleaning her suspicious mind provokes to ask:
Aap bhi dada ke saath kaam karte hai?”
Nahi didi..lekin mein dada ka office me cleaning ka kaam karta hoon”
Dada kyun nahi aaye?”
Nahi maloom didi..lekin dada ne bola agar mera kaam accha laga tho muje kaam pe rakhenge”
She is now confused..why is dada taking decision on her behalf? It’s her house and she must decide whom to hire. However, she decides to wait for her husband to return home. Once he is back, she pops up her doubt to him.
So this dada’s guy will be taking care of cleaning henceforth?”
Yeah”
Why? Did he come to you to collect his money?”
Ha ha ha.. yes yes”
But this is not the guy you wanted, then how can he come?”
ha ha ha”
What’s so funny? Will you tell me what’s happening??”
Ok, this guy told you dada sent him?”
Yeah”
And you were waiting for another guy called dada?”
Yeah?”
Ha ha ha”
Grrrrrrrrr! Speak before my patience is out”
(Still struggling to control laughter) Sweetheart, this guy and dada both are one and the same”
Huh??”
He comes to clean our office. He is a Bengali.. and since he addresses everyone as dada, so all of us also call him dada”
So did he mean you sent him for cleaning?”
Yes… he he”
Arrrrrrrgh ! Then why didn’t you tell me this when I called you?”
Just wanted to keep you confused for some time..ha ha ha”
$*)(*&^%$##$%*()!@#$%^&*()”
Ha ha ha (& the laughter continues….)”

Love
Ashwini.


Wednesday, 15 August 2012

A day in office...



Presenting a fun filled convo between me and my friend on a boring day. Excuse the slangs and shortcuts as this is exact copy paste of real chat on office communicator.

Me  : gm
          Knw wht? police calld our bus aside and flaged a fine

Him : Morning!
          for?

Me  : wht a morning !
          indicator was not working
          but hw thrilling,we were chased by the police car !!

Him : hehe!
          did you bus guy try to wade off the police
          by making dangerous maneouvers?

Me  : no

Him : did you bus guy dicchi** the police car like in the movies?

Me  : they were waiting right at Salam street beginning, whr we take turn to join passport
  
Him : did you bus guy drive in wrong ways?

Me  : and dis guy didnt show indicator,,they followed us almost 2-3 km

Him : did your bus guy cause any public property damages? 

Me  : why are most of the police guys r sooo handsome??

Him : Al Hootiba!!!
          did the police make announcement to pull over in mic?

Me  : lol.. astu scene illa

Him : was it just the siren then?

Me  : but u wil knw wen he flashes headlight while following u

Him : nothing like speed movie?

Me  : (Rolling eyes)

Him : how are you supposed to see light flashing in daylight?

Me  : this was like a melodrama..nt an action movie
          u wil knw, they dip n dim the lites

Him : so your driver went over his knee... and plead mercy?
          in slow motion...
          but still the police filed him...
          and you guys just watched?

Me  : he was scratching his scalp and begging
          wht else cud we do?

Him : so its a documentary or comedy rather than melodrama?

Me  : since thr was almost a love/crush story, u can call it a melodrama

Him : you mean your bus driver fell in lowe with the police cause they are handsome?

Me  : u forgot I was on the bus?

Him : why?
          why are women so cranky
    ?
         why...

Me  : if i was not in the bus, how wud i knw we were followed by the cops?
          size doesnt matter,
          it still remains a crazy silly Q

Him : why can't they just understand us...
          or just ignore?

Me   : all sympathies to u
           but
           now u hav to find ur moola***
           u dont even hail from mars
           its proven 

Him : as in... why am I alive?

Me  : hmm..very emotional question of ur biological existence that can be only answered                      by the chemistry between your parents

Him : WHICH THEY CLAIM CAUSE OF LOWE!!!

Me  : which resulted in side effects like me tolerating u

Him : EXCUSE ME!!!
           thanks for letting me know...

Me  : can i have the copy rites?
          it makes a gud post material
          phlezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
          u wil bcome fame-us

Him : no thanks

Me  : i take only the thanks part, u r welcome

Him : hogo lo****

And I ignored his last line and happily posted this convo here.. No, I'm not telling him he is posted here..as who would like to miss such a potential blog fodder? :D


Love
Ashwini


Terminology for my non Kannada readers:
Dicchi : Head to head hit
Moola : Origin
Hogo lo : Go away

Friday, 10 August 2012

Big Bang Theory :)


Couple of days ago..

Me : It is too hot today, I am sweating inside AC room.

Him: Turn on the table fan, it might cool you off.

Me :(Still sweating) This damn thing is not working, why don't we buy a new one?

Him: (Posing engineer) Nah, I will repair it.

Me : (Sweat and more sweat)

The days passes away and everyone forgets about the fan.

Fast forward to today..

Me : It is too hot today too..why is it me always who feel the heat?

Him: Err..let me repair the table fan right now..

Me : Throw it in dust bin, it never served in need.

He struggles for few minutes to repair. Tool box sees the light after ages and screws of all geometrical shapes spill on the floor. Dust is puffed out and fossils (read : dead cockroaches) are wiped off. Spare parts scatter around and detail study of dead fan is carried out. After some permutational and combinational arrangement, the fan is back in shape and the pride of achievement shines in his eyes. I wait with raised eyebrows to see the outcome and he turns on the switch with huge aspiration. The fan seems to work but before my Archimedes scream Eureka, it abruptly stops. Period.

Me : (Giving an “I told you” look) What now?

Him : (Hiding the embarrassed state) Let me try again..(and is still confused what to do)

I lose my temper, I mean, form couple of years, it has remained like this, useless, like a museum piece that is of no use. It always sat their at the corner teasing me when ever I sweat like a pig. I could not take the insult anymore and in all anger I bang the fan on the floor. He watches with open mouth and rushes to care the injured fan. And then the miracle happens. The fan starts to work, like a Phoenix !

I told you, big bang theory is true..its proven. If you still don't belive, hand me over your non working phone/laptop/any electronics and I will prove you. Well, I can't guaranty the same about non working people :P

Love,
Ashwini.



Monday, 6 August 2012

Only the donkeys work hard !



Chamki says so..every time I complain about my work, she laughs at me,calling me an ass. I had not realized this until I came across people who work smart than working hard. In this era of self centered life, every one is selfish and all that matters is success without hard work. Work is not worship anymore, money is. Very few people are left who minds the values and respect the positions they hold.

Last few days at work were tough with almost an impossible deadline which had no option, but to be met. It required me to work over heels with utmost dedication. Since it was a team task, it expected everyone to be involved as much with all seriousness. But to my surprise, I found my team mates curse the work load, create scene out of their crying skills and bag extra support to share their handful job. With all the drama, they got their work done, without missing their quality time on facebook/telephone. This, in spite of providing additional benefits of food, transport and other luxuries. I handled the same job, sacrificing the break time, ignoring all the personal tasks, forgetting all the pleasures of special Ramadan timings and working till insane hours. I of course had helping hands, but reached to them only when it was unavoidable. At the end, task was accomplished on time. With huge success, management was beaming with glee and clients were all happy faced. Each one on the task force were congratulated and appreciated. No one bothered who did what, but were equally entitled for a celebration.

This leaves me with clueless questions. Is there any value for hard work? If acting smart can get your work done, is there any need to actually work hard? Does anyone care about professionalism? What about ethics and sincerity? At the end of the day, does the inner voice appreciate your deed?

I can not change others. But I can at least show my dis respect to those over smart asses through my blog. Sigh ! Now I feel light. I know, I am not God, I like bitching, but of only those who are morally incorrect. If you can touch your heart and say you were sincere with your work, you have all my regards.

Love,
Ashwini.