Chronicles of Cafeteria: THE book lady

Our company’s cafeteria is on 9th floor of our building and I spent my most of the time in it ….not really. Well whatever time I spent there I observe people around me. After completing my 3 months in the cafeteria (and in the company also) I have made list of some of the characters in the cafeteria.

Our cafeteria have a 32 inch LCD TV running all the channels like M TV, channel V and most important Start Cricket for cricket fans like me in “DVD quality” picture thanks to “---Sky”…hurray. (Well this is not a sponsored blog)
So today I will write about one such character, we call her “THE book lady”

There is one girl who comes alone in cafeteria with THE book. She comes in the cafeteria and looks around mysteriously and spots her table to sit. The table she occupies is usually a front sit with perfect TV watching angle. Then she looks around again mysteriously and opens her THE book. After observing for a month I and my cafeteria mates thought that she is very studious, knowledgeable, intelligent person (actually we thought she is psycho, who doesn’t have any friends and reads only THE book)

One day when Test between India and Australia was becoming interesting, THE book lady came and occupied the best front seat and started reading THE book even when Irfan Pathan was bowling banana out swingers to Phil Jacques, How can she?

After close observation, we also came to conclusion that she reads the same book all the time….weird (either she only pretends to read THE book so that everybody will think she is intellectual or her reading speed is like 0.0000000001 words per minute, even K.G. students have better reading speed than this).

Usually we discuss the more serious aspects of her life, what will happen when she gets married and stuff like that. One day we saw her wearing a “Mangalsutra”, all the hours of discussion we had was voided. So now days we discuss how her husband is suffering from her habit of reading THE book.

Another day me and my friend were walking down the stairs from cafeteria, and THE book lady came from behind and to our surprise she was reading THE book even when she was walking down the stairs. We were like somebody gave us 240V shock and could not control our laughter. We thought she is superwoman doing multiple tasks simultaneously.

I bet she must be reading THE book even when she is using her computer in office/in team meeting/in conference call/when Saas bahu serials is on/when she is falling from a 60 storied building etc.
Any takers for the bet :).

I m back

Finally i am getting time and internet to write the blogs.
So now on i will try to post blogs more frequently.
Feedbacks will certainly encourage me.

I'll be back

Remember the famous dialouge from Terminator-2. YES "i'll be back" once my internet connection is up at home.
As i am not getting time to write my blogs from office :(

So keep looking at this place :)

Evolving cricket-II

Well it seems that somebody is reading my blogs and didnt like it....so i had lot of work in office so couldn't post any blog. Let me complete the remaining story first

So after braking 3-4 window galsses the people leaving in the front got angry with us and our parents also got tired of paying for broken winodw galsses. Finally we had to move to another pitch which was exactly in the back side of the prevoius pitch. There option was only straight drive or squre cut. So after palying there for another year one day the gang next to our colony asked for a match.

We got excited cause we were little bored playing with same players. So the match was scheduled with money on stakes (21rs) which was lots of money at that time for us. Oppostie team won the toss and batted first they scored like 80 runs in 12 overs. No our chance to bat, we got all out for 30 runs. Reason: Our players could play only square cut or straight drive :(

After this humiliation we decided to do the thing in which we were good, play plastic ball cricket :) so no matches with other teams. We continued our plastic ball cricket till our parents asked us to leave our homes and search jobs. So now all of the plastic ball crcket team is scattered :(

Nowdays hwen i go home i see little kids playing on the big ground outside our apartment then i thin lets tell about plastic abll cricket and our pitch. But then thinkwhat the hell they are the new generation you never know what they will come up with. I am sure they will come up with more cooler cricket. But for us plastic ball cricket will be more exciting than Twenty20 :)

Evolving Cricket

we live in a apartment in my hometown. It has a good, empty, big space in front of it. There used be 7-8 people initially who wanted to play cricket. So we started playing cricket there, with common fielding (means players from batting team have to field also). But that was too bigger ground for us; we had to run a lot and matches used to take a lot of time.So one crooked minded find out the solution (Guess Who?), plastic ball cricket. We had open space in our apartment and we made it as our ground

As you can see in the (attempted) drawing the pitch used to be approximately (I am very bad at measuring units) 10 feet long. So to make the cricket interesting we had some cool rules.

1. Direct tappa (pitch) outside compound wall-OUT
2. If you hit direct tapp in somebody’s balcony/window-OUT
3. (Usual rule) No fast bowling as we were playing short pitch cricket.

So after making these initial rules we started playing our games. It was fun and matches used to finish quickly as match used to be 5 over per side. Initially things were going smooth and quit, nobody had complaints. But cricket is not a silent game, slowly and steadily our game became noisy and passionate. "दोन घे" (take two runs), “थ्रो मार ना बे” (throw the damn ball) were shouted out with lots of passion. Now the trouble started, the sleepy people started complaining about our cricket (Observation: Only those people complained whose children were not playing J).
Some THE uncle/aunty will come in the balcony and shout “अरे तुम्हाला काही अक्कल आहे कि नाही, लोक झोपलित इथे आणि तुम्ही काय गोंधळ घाल्ताय.” (Are you people crazy, we are trying to sleep here). Then we would say “sorry uncle/aunty…no noise now” then we will play quietly for 10 mins, but as you know cricket is very involving game, automatically shouting starts. Then THE same uncle/aunty comes out says, this is your final warning or I will tell your parents. So again quit play for 10 mins but again slowly noise increases, but THE uncle/aunty will not come out now because he/she knows that we wont listen to him/her (previous day a big fight had happened between parents of playing and nonplaying children, which ended in no conclusion).

One day we were playing cricket and I was on strike. Bowler bowled a good length ball, which I thought should go for six. I hit the ball really hard it went in the air what a timing; बंग ....damn it hits an aunty who just opens the door of their balcony. …everybody runs for cover. I ran with bat in my hand and hide in one of the corners. After 10mins THE aunty comes out searching for us. What a fortune and she finds me. Now I get a big lecture …..and finally “where are your parents?” I say “office” (this was the good excuse for me as my parents were working they used to come late)

Another fine afternoon we were playing, we had one family living on the ground floor with two little children of age 5 and 4. One of our good batsmen hit a good shot which directly crashed their window glass. Everybody was running for cover, I ran to my house. Nobody came out of their homes for 2 hours. No news of anybody getting caught. So in the evening we came back to play cricket, we were amazed how come uncle didn’t say anything. So the report came from somebody, the time we were playing cricket, two children in their family were also playing cricket in their house and uncle thought their children broke the glass. He punished them. After hearing the story all of us decided to admit our crime and went and told the whole story and promised to repair their broken glass.
Ureka…..We find the solution. If we break anybody’s glass, we will just repair it and continue playing. We had contracted a glass repairer also.

Continued….

Job switch

Well this is my first blog and i m writing it from my new Company.
Lets make my trasition story more general.

So for the story lets say characteABC was working in comapny X and now joined compnay Y.

In the comapny X, ABC and his collegues used to spent all their lunch and free time (non working which is usually alot of time :) ) discussing how their comapny is bad as compared to the company in the next building.

One fine day ABC gets offer from Y comapny to join. So ABC decides to join as Y comapny is offering more salary(obviously). He starts dreaming about the new company, good looking girls, good friends, nice PM, good work, good HR, good admin etc.

Finally the joing day comes, ABC goes to Y company's office well dressed and everything. First comes the HR and to his surprise same things happen to him as happened when he joined X company, same promises, same comapny praising, same gajar(carrot). well he says may be everything else will be good.

Then he goes and meets his PM and boy the same old story continues. Then he starts looking for good looking girls in his team and big heartbreak NO GIRLS in his project :(. He goes for lunch and finds out all the good looking girls are in other projects and they wont come nearby his project.

Then after doing nothing for two days, he stsrts to find similarity between the two companies. To his surprise most of the comaprision ends up with "matching".

IT-not repsonding after sending multiple mails.
HR-Good only at the time of joing, after joinging they look at you as unkonown person.
GIRLS-Not in your project.
Office Premises- Almost same.
Security-Same comapny, i think i will meet "pillay" here one day :)
WORK-Still no work so started writing blogs :)

So moral of the story is don't expect any major change while switching your job except your salary figure :)