Supernatural. That one show has rekindled my belief in ghosts and well anything even remotely close to "supernatural" elements. Sam and Dean Winchester might have fought hard, brought back the dead, been poisoned from birth by the Devil's blood, been to hell and back and well saved the world from the Apocalypse while constantly beating and outwitting ghosts, vampires, shape shifters, werewolves and demons.
The show is excellence par none and its a marvel , well at least the marvel lasted till the 5th season. I have not been able to go back to the show post the 5th season as you cannot beat the apocalypse and then have one of the brother's back, alive and kicking while the other brother is leading a normal life but enough about one of the best shows ever, readers beware you are in for a scare. Goosebumps, I know.
We have this beautiful cottage hidden in a far off town of Raichak. Its a 2 hour drive from the city and the cottage is in the middle of nowhere, it has a few houses next to it and its in a well guarded complex but in all seriousness its so quiet and peaceful there and so sparsely populated you could count the number of people in a square kilometer on two hands.
Recently we (my parents and my cousin's) took off for Raichak to spent an extended weekend there. We are lucky to have two floors to just freak out there, running around and doing nothing but relaxing and idling away the hours. Luckily we had a brand spanking new LCD TV set there with a Tata Sky HD hooked into it and again fortunately they had the sports package subscriptions (YAY!).
The confederations cup was on and Italy were to play Brazil. Everyone in the house went off to bed , even the caretakers who resided in the adjoining house retired for the night except the football freak within me. Now this TV was set up right next to a few large windows which overlooked this amazing huge garden which was the size of a few tennis courts filled with a lot of foliage and wildlife. The same evening I had seen a couple of large bats flying around and perching themselves on a couple of trees in the garden, vampire , check.
So as the game kicks off, I peer outside through the window and I see nothing but pitch black. The TV room was illuminated quite well and a few lights were reflecting off the window pane. At around 2 in the morning, when its eerily quiet and lifeless everywhere I hear someone knocking on the glass pane of the window.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
In a rhythmic manner, the timing between the knocks were absolutely identical, like a metronome onto which a pianist would play. Scared shit out of my pants, I decide to act tough and trudge on watching the game. Then the next set of knocks come again from the window pain exactly 10 minutes from the first set of knocks ( I was watching the footie game so I had an idea of the time). The brave me first thought "Screw you guys am going to bed" , then for some stupid moronic reason I switched off all the lights in the hall and now only the tv is on with any kind of illumination in this huge house. Maybe the thing outside would not see me if I switched off the lights, idiot.
And then the icing on the cake, exactly 10 minutes later we hear the 6 knocks from hell again
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
6 knocks, 3 times, in a space of 20 minutes. 6 6 6, enough of this shit. Switched off the TV and somehow stumbled upstairs into my room. Jumped onto the bed and hid under the blanket , somehow slept and woke up the next morning telling my tale to the rest of the familia there.
While my parents weren't sure of what it was outside, my cousins were sure the place is haunted (since no one actually resides in that house). The caretakers said it could have been a woodpecker ,wait, woodpecker at 2 in the morning having a pretty decent sense of timing and knows how to count?
Right.
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Saturday, June 29, 2013
The MAN!
It's the middle of the night, I have office to go to tomorrow, in all fairness I should have been asleep 3 hours ago but I am still up, waiting, hoping , praying for something to happen.
The confederations cup, being held in Brazil may not be the biggest tournament to follow but its the biggest thing to have come from the International shores since Euro 2012. The Fed cup is a pre show of sorts before the main event, the 2014 World Cup and one match was especially intriguing.
Italy Vs Spain, a rematch of the Euro 2012 final and I had stayed up just to watch one man or THE MAN play. I am not talking about Xavi or Iniesta or Torres (laugh on), it was all about the Pearl, Andrea Pirlo, a man that defies all logic.
In reality he should have been playing for a smaller club and should have been out from the International team but fuck that this is Andrea Pirlo we are talking about. So what is he is on the wrong side of 30? So what if the champions AC Milan did NOT want him in their team, what does he do? Fuck it, what does he do like a MAN ? Win the League with Rivals Juventus becoming an important , if not the most important player in their system.
It's not all about the football though, the man, the beard, the swagger, the panache. This man , correction this beast just can't also seem to give a fuck to the rest of the world. Cool, calm and collected , doesn't break a sweat. Last night was testament to the Living Legend, taking a penalty in such a tough situation and still having the ability to play it cool, wait for the keeper to make a move and score so calmly, the ball slots into the corner of the net and Casillas can't do a thing.
Ok so Italy lost and Spain play Brazil in what could be an explosive final but me staying up till 3:30 AM in the morning on a working day just speaks volumes about how much respect and affection, that keeps growing for this man. This guy is the man, the champion , the Legend.
Love Live the Beard
Long Live the Pirlo.
The confederations cup, being held in Brazil may not be the biggest tournament to follow but its the biggest thing to have come from the International shores since Euro 2012. The Fed cup is a pre show of sorts before the main event, the 2014 World Cup and one match was especially intriguing.
Italy Vs Spain, a rematch of the Euro 2012 final and I had stayed up just to watch one man or THE MAN play. I am not talking about Xavi or Iniesta or Torres (laugh on), it was all about the Pearl, Andrea Pirlo, a man that defies all logic.
In reality he should have been playing for a smaller club and should have been out from the International team but fuck that this is Andrea Pirlo we are talking about. So what is he is on the wrong side of 30? So what if the champions AC Milan did NOT want him in their team, what does he do? Fuck it, what does he do like a MAN ? Win the League with Rivals Juventus becoming an important , if not the most important player in their system.
It's not all about the football though, the man, the beard, the swagger, the panache. This man , correction this beast just can't also seem to give a fuck to the rest of the world. Cool, calm and collected , doesn't break a sweat. Last night was testament to the Living Legend, taking a penalty in such a tough situation and still having the ability to play it cool, wait for the keeper to make a move and score so calmly, the ball slots into the corner of the net and Casillas can't do a thing.
Ok so Italy lost and Spain play Brazil in what could be an explosive final but me staying up till 3:30 AM in the morning on a working day just speaks volumes about how much respect and affection, that keeps growing for this man. This guy is the man, the champion , the Legend.
Love Live the Beard
Long Live the Pirlo.
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Sweeeeeeeet Rice
A bong loves to eat, that would be the true calling for most bongs and none of them can ever give up a chance to eat free food. I might not consider myself a true bong, with all the avoidance for mutton and them fish dishes but I do love to eat, especially if its food I like.
That is why its such a pain to go to a lot of dinners, weddings, parties, the food is often not up to my liking. Earlier I would not eat at all in the vege marwari weddings because, well I need chicken as an item at everymeal. Breakfast, lunch and dinner, a chicken preparation is a must, this can't be done in them vege weddings, now am a bit better. I would only eat the ton of desserts that are presented in them weddings, start off with a ton of their fried stuff, pakoras and all, then swiftly switch on to the plethora of desserts on offer.
Another set of invitations I fear and loathe are the bengali ones, not that I have an issue with bengalis, its just that one of the few things that irks me is a sweet main course. The rice in most of these bengali weddings/invitations ends up being a concoction of "Fried rice dipped in syrup", Its just not palatable for me. People gorge that stuff down while I end up looking like a lost soul searching for a puppy in china. If the rice being sweet enough is not an issue, they try to top it up with a little more "richness", if that is a word. They put all em dry fruits in the rice, so I would be chewing cashew nuts, raisins etc with cooked rice, again a no-no for me, jeez I hate that sweet rice stuff and so I just hate going to any bengali invitation, I end up eating nothing apart from the fried fish (the only fish preparation I would eat, as long as there are no bones in it) and then I have the oh so necessary ice cream at the parties.
Its about time that people learn that sweet rice can be a dessert and not a main course but its the masses that make the rules up and not just one soul, so while you guys enjoy gulping down a ton of sweet rice with that oily mutton preparation at the next wedding, please remember that far away , a lonely boy could not come to the wedding as he could not take in that sweet sweet rice which you guys go gaga for.
That is why its such a pain to go to a lot of dinners, weddings, parties, the food is often not up to my liking. Earlier I would not eat at all in the vege marwari weddings because, well I need chicken as an item at everymeal. Breakfast, lunch and dinner, a chicken preparation is a must, this can't be done in them vege weddings, now am a bit better. I would only eat the ton of desserts that are presented in them weddings, start off with a ton of their fried stuff, pakoras and all, then swiftly switch on to the plethora of desserts on offer.
Another set of invitations I fear and loathe are the bengali ones, not that I have an issue with bengalis, its just that one of the few things that irks me is a sweet main course. The rice in most of these bengali weddings/invitations ends up being a concoction of "Fried rice dipped in syrup", Its just not palatable for me. People gorge that stuff down while I end up looking like a lost soul searching for a puppy in china. If the rice being sweet enough is not an issue, they try to top it up with a little more "richness", if that is a word. They put all em dry fruits in the rice, so I would be chewing cashew nuts, raisins etc with cooked rice, again a no-no for me, jeez I hate that sweet rice stuff and so I just hate going to any bengali invitation, I end up eating nothing apart from the fried fish (the only fish preparation I would eat, as long as there are no bones in it) and then I have the oh so necessary ice cream at the parties.
Its about time that people learn that sweet rice can be a dessert and not a main course but its the masses that make the rules up and not just one soul, so while you guys enjoy gulping down a ton of sweet rice with that oily mutton preparation at the next wedding, please remember that far away , a lonely boy could not come to the wedding as he could not take in that sweet sweet rice which you guys go gaga for.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
The aer-o the chocolate throne!
There once was a time where a knight in shining armor would return to his castle after a hard days schooling, learning how to joust hard against the "anti -knights" in the treacherous land where they were made to learn numbers, methods to make them half or somehow , almost using black magic increase the volume. Learn what is inside a human body, learn how to speak, those really were the old gruesome days (days I wish I could go back to), anyways, tired, beaten, sweaty, bruised, tortured, would the soul return in hope for the sweet sweet nectar of the cocoa bean, a chocolate.
Thankfully for the lad, his cold storage compartment was always filled with the stuff, he had found a sweeter , more refined and AERY version of the so called "chocolate", AERO , the chocolate with AIR bubbles in em, and I kid you not, they would actually melt in your mouth.
The knight was always stuffing his gob with this beautiful creature of the Almighty and then one day, while he took his liberty too far, he was made to return to his homeland, where things were still getting a little better, bigger taller castles were coming up, roads were getting laid, the comfort of the cold home was missing not only from his castle but also from the hell that was his "education center", (again this was way back, love to go back to STB)
While adjusting to his new environment, things changed for the lad, he did not speak the Queen's english anymore, now it was only abuses and khisti to make sure he "fit" into the system, chocolate was also forgotten, especially the ones he used to get at his old stomping ground.
Cue 8 years of massive searching for his love, no luck found the poor sodden soul, tired, broken and certainly saddened, the hope for his nectar to be with him again was dying, the Lord taketh so easily what he wanted.
Cursing, how could I not get AERO in India? Someone did answer my prayers, going back to my homeland (Dubai), the knight finally got a chance to stuff his bags, he had carried a lot of shillings and gold coins to bargain and purchase for his love, THE AERO, lo and behold, his savings from the hard work he had done were all spent on acquiring the sweet sweet chocolate, happy days were here again and he returns triumphant from his conquest but there will come a time when the stock does run out and then the search will begin again, maybe some knight traveling to the far off land will get the chosen nectar for this knight, for now the AIR in the AERO is king,
ALL HAIL THE AIR O THE CHOCOLATE THRONE!!!!
Thankfully for the lad, his cold storage compartment was always filled with the stuff, he had found a sweeter , more refined and AERY version of the so called "chocolate", AERO , the chocolate with AIR bubbles in em, and I kid you not, they would actually melt in your mouth.
The knight was always stuffing his gob with this beautiful creature of the Almighty and then one day, while he took his liberty too far, he was made to return to his homeland, where things were still getting a little better, bigger taller castles were coming up, roads were getting laid, the comfort of the cold home was missing not only from his castle but also from the hell that was his "education center", (again this was way back, love to go back to STB)
While adjusting to his new environment, things changed for the lad, he did not speak the Queen's english anymore, now it was only abuses and khisti to make sure he "fit" into the system, chocolate was also forgotten, especially the ones he used to get at his old stomping ground.
Cue 8 years of massive searching for his love, no luck found the poor sodden soul, tired, broken and certainly saddened, the hope for his nectar to be with him again was dying, the Lord taketh so easily what he wanted.
Cursing, how could I not get AERO in India? Someone did answer my prayers, going back to my homeland (Dubai), the knight finally got a chance to stuff his bags, he had carried a lot of shillings and gold coins to bargain and purchase for his love, THE AERO, lo and behold, his savings from the hard work he had done were all spent on acquiring the sweet sweet chocolate, happy days were here again and he returns triumphant from his conquest but there will come a time when the stock does run out and then the search will begin again, maybe some knight traveling to the far off land will get the chosen nectar for this knight, for now the AIR in the AERO is king,
ALL HAIL THE AIR O THE CHOCOLATE THRONE!!!!
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Sportscentre : With the TRE
You guys would know I am an avid Hockey fan, Ice Hockey that is, from the early days of me catching glimpses of the Red Wings playing with Yzerman, Federov and Hasek on ESPN, I have always been intrigued by the sport and follow it more because of the massive hits dished out on a regular basis, its like Football with the hard tacking of Rugby.
Often I troll about the internet searching for various clips of hockey, best plays, best dekes, best saves etc. To my surprise I found this list with the title "TSN Sportscentre Top 10 Shootout goals", for a minute I thought, the spelling is incorrect, its "SportsCENTER" like the Indian version we get on ESPN, which again is not even close to the awesomeness of the few American editions I had seen ( a throw back to the 2000's, when between 2 -3 PM every weekday the American sportscenter would be on air, I got my daily fix of hockey, NBA etc from that). This Sportscentre in fact was the one which airs on TSN, a channel in Canada , its their flagship program so it basically is run around 10 hours a day , everyday , like CID for Sony in India.
Even before the countdown/top 10 started, they had the presenters make a few jokes on themselves and others, Jay Onrait and Dan O'Toole, these two gentlemen have taken presentation to a whole new level, the madness and the quirkiness is expected from most Sportscenter's but this CenTRE was totally off the hook.
So for the past 4-5 days all I have done in my past time is watch their unlimited videos on youtube, they even have a top 10 Jay Dan segment where they poke fun at the Coyotes, Maple Leafs head coach, Thanksgiving, random Red Wing mascot who was holding up play, nothing is off hands for them, they have a go at it all, even Jay mailed Dan's wife to ask if she watched the show or not and the reply was broadcast on air, no one in the Indian media can even think of doing such crazy hilarious things on live TV. Unfortunately I may be one of the few thousand in India who tries to keep up with hockey, TSN is primarily a hockey channel with a few splurts of the NBA and the BPL.
Plus the guys at TSN seem to be decent enough to give people a chance, MrLogue was this guy who would post a lot of the top 10 videos on youtube but recently his account was blocked and removed since all the videos were "copyright infringements" so with all the backlash and anger online, TSN HIRED HIM!!!!, he is now part of the crew who uploads the Top 10 legally.
I just wish I was in Canada to be able to witness this show regularly, for now I would just have to do with the clips on youtube, damn I could have actually worked at TSN if I did some copyright infringement myself.
Oh well, here is a glimpse of what I was talking about, Jay and Dan, funny on tv personified.
If you are watching TSN, you got love here in Calcutta, give me a chance as well to work with this awesome team!
Often I troll about the internet searching for various clips of hockey, best plays, best dekes, best saves etc. To my surprise I found this list with the title "TSN Sportscentre Top 10 Shootout goals", for a minute I thought, the spelling is incorrect, its "SportsCENTER" like the Indian version we get on ESPN, which again is not even close to the awesomeness of the few American editions I had seen ( a throw back to the 2000's, when between 2 -3 PM every weekday the American sportscenter would be on air, I got my daily fix of hockey, NBA etc from that). This Sportscentre in fact was the one which airs on TSN, a channel in Canada , its their flagship program so it basically is run around 10 hours a day , everyday , like CID for Sony in India.
Even before the countdown/top 10 started, they had the presenters make a few jokes on themselves and others, Jay Onrait and Dan O'Toole, these two gentlemen have taken presentation to a whole new level, the madness and the quirkiness is expected from most Sportscenter's but this CenTRE was totally off the hook.
So for the past 4-5 days all I have done in my past time is watch their unlimited videos on youtube, they even have a top 10 Jay Dan segment where they poke fun at the Coyotes, Maple Leafs head coach, Thanksgiving, random Red Wing mascot who was holding up play, nothing is off hands for them, they have a go at it all, even Jay mailed Dan's wife to ask if she watched the show or not and the reply was broadcast on air, no one in the Indian media can even think of doing such crazy hilarious things on live TV. Unfortunately I may be one of the few thousand in India who tries to keep up with hockey, TSN is primarily a hockey channel with a few splurts of the NBA and the BPL.
Plus the guys at TSN seem to be decent enough to give people a chance, MrLogue was this guy who would post a lot of the top 10 videos on youtube but recently his account was blocked and removed since all the videos were "copyright infringements" so with all the backlash and anger online, TSN HIRED HIM!!!!, he is now part of the crew who uploads the Top 10 legally.
I just wish I was in Canada to be able to witness this show regularly, for now I would just have to do with the clips on youtube, damn I could have actually worked at TSN if I did some copyright infringement myself.
Oh well, here is a glimpse of what I was talking about, Jay and Dan, funny on tv personified.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
The death of love
Apologies to all the readers of my fantastic blog, that is for the 5 people I know who try to follow what I have to say, so thanks for that.
I haven't updated my blog in a while, call it the curse of work which literally destroys any so called work life balance, or lack of it, makes me go nuts just thinking of the ton of work we all or at least I end up doing but none of that for now, I need to put this out now.
Twas Valentines day 24 hours back and while half the world was trying to prove their love or show that they remembered it, I was here as usual forever alone, well not alone actually, I had my ps3 waiting for the glorious weekend to start but then again I had the same plan last week and baam all that went for a toss with a ton of work during the weekend, fair enough, I have football, right?
Not really, my following of football, well every sport has drastically been cut, thanks to work and well my own need for some r & r , gone are the days where I would be awake till 3 AM watching Osasuna Vs Espanyol, just for the heck of it. Those glorious days of me knowing and naming at least 15 players per Premier League club, gone. Champs league games to watch, to be fair I have not watched ONE champions league match in the last 14 months.
The emptyness of football is growing larger within me, I may never have been the go to guy for football knowledge but I knew about most new kids on the block and what clubs they play for , positions etc, all that is just a fading distant memory of what I used to be and what I am now, thinking half the time about what scheme to run and what promo can I use. True that is a requirement in the current capacity but certainly football should be in my mind, if a guy would think about sex every 20 seconds, well I would or at least used to think about why Torres was sucking so much post his major injury (2010 ) or how the hell can Etoo make so much douhg for Anzhi and how would they run the club at all , paying such huge wages.
Work was supposed to be freedom from the shackles of constant college and tension, studies, exams etc, where I would make dough and just live, away from all inhibitions and just enjoy life as it comes, who would have thought I would have to give up this much for something that is a trivial thing in more developed nations.
Someday, sometime in the future, I sure hope I can be with it again, this may not be the best time but we will have better days.
Football, thou are still there to make me smile during those awful days , may you never go away, I will be back. I know it.
I haven't updated my blog in a while, call it the curse of work which literally destroys any so called work life balance, or lack of it, makes me go nuts just thinking of the ton of work we all or at least I end up doing but none of that for now, I need to put this out now.
Twas Valentines day 24 hours back and while half the world was trying to prove their love or show that they remembered it, I was here as usual forever alone, well not alone actually, I had my ps3 waiting for the glorious weekend to start but then again I had the same plan last week and baam all that went for a toss with a ton of work during the weekend, fair enough, I have football, right?
Not really, my following of football, well every sport has drastically been cut, thanks to work and well my own need for some r & r , gone are the days where I would be awake till 3 AM watching Osasuna Vs Espanyol, just for the heck of it. Those glorious days of me knowing and naming at least 15 players per Premier League club, gone. Champs league games to watch, to be fair I have not watched ONE champions league match in the last 14 months.
The emptyness of football is growing larger within me, I may never have been the go to guy for football knowledge but I knew about most new kids on the block and what clubs they play for , positions etc, all that is just a fading distant memory of what I used to be and what I am now, thinking half the time about what scheme to run and what promo can I use. True that is a requirement in the current capacity but certainly football should be in my mind, if a guy would think about sex every 20 seconds, well I would or at least used to think about why Torres was sucking so much post his major injury (2010 ) or how the hell can Etoo make so much douhg for Anzhi and how would they run the club at all , paying such huge wages.
Work was supposed to be freedom from the shackles of constant college and tension, studies, exams etc, where I would make dough and just live, away from all inhibitions and just enjoy life as it comes, who would have thought I would have to give up this much for something that is a trivial thing in more developed nations.
Someday, sometime in the future, I sure hope I can be with it again, this may not be the best time but we will have better days.
Football, thou are still there to make me smile during those awful days , may you never go away, I will be back. I know it.
Friday, December 21, 2012
The Party part 1
A year of really hard work, not that people get appreciated most of the time in a crazy busy office, we all need time to relax and enjoy. That is what weekends are for, this according to my cousin sister who is all but 10 years old.
"Ding" goes my inbox , "You have received a new mail", "God damn it, must be more work, Fuck did I miss something", rings around in my head. Bloody hell , that too on a thursday,
"Time to rock and roll guys, our Marketing party is on Friday at xyz place"
Its time to gangnam style , is all going on in my mind now.
Yes the annual marketing party was all set recently, a huge event with all the big honchos from our department were to com and have a crazy night of fun.
A night to relax, forget about the brand, work, sales and obviously owning people in the office because the office is not a place where people work, rather its a dog eat tiger world, where we are just trying to save our asses and pass the buck around but lets not dwell on that, not tonight.
The party was set for a friday evening, as pre parties go, everyone was given something to do, this was a marketing party so no other teams were involved, just the marketing guys and girls, which were just a handful of women, not too many of them sadly.
Not one soul was working that day, even my boss was taking it easy, too easy even for him (relatively cool guy, does not get flustered or freak out at the madness that occurs in the office), he and a few others were planning on the games that were to take place on that day, while me and manish (bro in office) weren't even asked about the party let alone given menial jobs, which were passed on to others.
So no one was working for the company but rather for the party, come evening everything gets into place,party was to start from 8:30, Manish ran home to feed his dogs and left me here to deal with a colleague who was going crazy as she needed a few large posters printed, she wakes up suddenly at 7 PM and asks me to get the prints, which normally does happen in our office but as fate would have it, the printer was fucking broke on this day, "Shit fuck" I think to myself, she goes ballistic and asks me to go to some random seedy cyber cafe, "I am so not doing that, fuck it"
So I don't go to the place, sit idle , hidden away from the look of most people, get a couple of color prints which are smaller than the required size, go up to her and say "No prints, no cafe's open, what can we do?", she looks up and is flustered, calls a couple of people up but to no avail,
TA-Fucking-DA, lady, I got a couple of color prints, not the correct size and she is so happy like she just got promoted "Thanks a ton", smile and I walk away like a champion, she runs off to the party since she has the posters and the music , yes Gangnam Style was in the playlist, of course I provided it and yes I did dance to it but that is coming up later.
Walking back up to my floor, I see a couple of my colleagues waiting to go to the party, since a female Neha is present we decide to all go together, so while we are using the lift to leave the offce, Neha suddenly goes and walks towards a chinese stall, since her superior suddenly requires us to get like 20 plates of chicken momo's, while she already is carrying a ton of vege fried stuff , she now has to go and get this, while she did order this before hand when we did reach the eatery, they still are making it and are trying to pack it, 20 more minutes pass and its 9 PM.
Phones start ringing and people start shouting as to where the fuck am I, well only my friends from the office call but nevertheless you need the bonbon at the party, getting a cab from office at night is another issue with them bastards refusing to take you anywhere, we finally get a cab with the four of us stuffing inside and somehow reaching the destination, late and we enter the flat where the party is being held at 9:30 PM, as soon as I enter my super boss looks at me and goes
"Tu yahaan bhi time mein nahin pahuch sakta?"
Bloody hell, I was late for the food not because I did not want to be late,
"Sir, I had to get this food, nahin toh main late nahin hota"
But no one cared that we were late, got the food just in time, Now I am hungry as fuck and I need to eat something, so I wander about and see one plate with a few chicken kababs, randomly I pick it up, stuff my face with it and then see whose plate it was
It was the CEO's, bloody hell, "I am so getting fired in the morning", I think but then maybe he did not see me, slowly I slip away and sneak into the kitchen where now I start stuffing myself with a lot of chicken products, (yay) drums of heaven , fucking owned the place and then the games started, hosted by my boss, get in!
Stay tuned for part 2 of THE PARTY.......
"Ding" goes my inbox , "You have received a new mail", "God damn it, must be more work, Fuck did I miss something", rings around in my head. Bloody hell , that too on a thursday,
"Time to rock and roll guys, our Marketing party is on Friday at xyz place"
Its time to gangnam style , is all going on in my mind now.
Yes the annual marketing party was all set recently, a huge event with all the big honchos from our department were to com and have a crazy night of fun.
A night to relax, forget about the brand, work, sales and obviously owning people in the office because the office is not a place where people work, rather its a dog eat tiger world, where we are just trying to save our asses and pass the buck around but lets not dwell on that, not tonight.
The party was set for a friday evening, as pre parties go, everyone was given something to do, this was a marketing party so no other teams were involved, just the marketing guys and girls, which were just a handful of women, not too many of them sadly.
Not one soul was working that day, even my boss was taking it easy, too easy even for him (relatively cool guy, does not get flustered or freak out at the madness that occurs in the office), he and a few others were planning on the games that were to take place on that day, while me and manish (bro in office) weren't even asked about the party let alone given menial jobs, which were passed on to others.
So no one was working for the company but rather for the party, come evening everything gets into place,party was to start from 8:30, Manish ran home to feed his dogs and left me here to deal with a colleague who was going crazy as she needed a few large posters printed, she wakes up suddenly at 7 PM and asks me to get the prints, which normally does happen in our office but as fate would have it, the printer was fucking broke on this day, "Shit fuck" I think to myself, she goes ballistic and asks me to go to some random seedy cyber cafe, "I am so not doing that, fuck it"
So I don't go to the place, sit idle , hidden away from the look of most people, get a couple of color prints which are smaller than the required size, go up to her and say "No prints, no cafe's open, what can we do?", she looks up and is flustered, calls a couple of people up but to no avail,
TA-Fucking-DA, lady, I got a couple of color prints, not the correct size and she is so happy like she just got promoted "Thanks a ton", smile and I walk away like a champion, she runs off to the party since she has the posters and the music , yes Gangnam Style was in the playlist, of course I provided it and yes I did dance to it but that is coming up later.
Walking back up to my floor, I see a couple of my colleagues waiting to go to the party, since a female Neha is present we decide to all go together, so while we are using the lift to leave the offce, Neha suddenly goes and walks towards a chinese stall, since her superior suddenly requires us to get like 20 plates of chicken momo's, while she already is carrying a ton of vege fried stuff , she now has to go and get this, while she did order this before hand when we did reach the eatery, they still are making it and are trying to pack it, 20 more minutes pass and its 9 PM.
Phones start ringing and people start shouting as to where the fuck am I, well only my friends from the office call but nevertheless you need the bonbon at the party, getting a cab from office at night is another issue with them bastards refusing to take you anywhere, we finally get a cab with the four of us stuffing inside and somehow reaching the destination, late and we enter the flat where the party is being held at 9:30 PM, as soon as I enter my super boss looks at me and goes
"Tu yahaan bhi time mein nahin pahuch sakta?"
Bloody hell, I was late for the food not because I did not want to be late,
"Sir, I had to get this food, nahin toh main late nahin hota"
But no one cared that we were late, got the food just in time, Now I am hungry as fuck and I need to eat something, so I wander about and see one plate with a few chicken kababs, randomly I pick it up, stuff my face with it and then see whose plate it was
It was the CEO's, bloody hell, "I am so getting fired in the morning", I think but then maybe he did not see me, slowly I slip away and sneak into the kitchen where now I start stuffing myself with a lot of chicken products, (yay) drums of heaven , fucking owned the place and then the games started, hosted by my boss, get in!
Stay tuned for part 2 of THE PARTY.......
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