Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Staggered
As I left office on Friday randomness of a weekend was lurking with the same sinister effect as always. One important necessity of spending a weekend in a place like Gurgaon is definitely having no plans. All this came flashing past my spent letchy Friday eyeballs as I prepared to leave office. The first random idea spurted out of the year-long 'The Machinist' complex giving Nachiboy Assistant Manager Ranavde, he was begging for a trip to KFC. He was under the feeling that his good old days of 8 pack ribs were getting more prominent. On this idea, we had to gather a team of hungry Friday office-goers who would settle for chicken legs after accepting the fact that no remotely human female leg was ever going to be on their plates, or so...but wait isn't the story shaping up different. Yes! yes!
So as we gathered the ambushing party for the KFC drill. We picked up the most trustworthy chicken guzzler we know, 'Aditya Chakravarti' aka Bong aka Baldy, who sometimes gave you the feeling that if Bengalis ever were ubiquitous on Planet earth then fishes, chicken, mutton and rice would have been extinct (sorry for the wrong word) long long ago.But the man had his agenda set; he announced that he needs a run on the treadmill to keep his supposedly healthy heart healthier, even as he swam in a tub of food all night and 30 more minutes passed by. Me and Ankur waited discussing the last few uninteresting Friday chores, by the time Baldy returned we had a Chicken hunger bout and a reminder from Nachiboy reaching KFC. We left on my bike as Baldy did the slow motor-neuron jingle after coming back from the gym where an already un-prodigious, lowly computer skilled Baldy struggled to hit on the sign-out tab before leaving. Baldy, left in sometime in his un-air conditioned, un-radio fitted Maruti Legendary 800.We reached KFC waited for Nachi for a few minutes and headed inside and place our order of a large chicken bucket, 2+1 free donated Pepsi by the super-busy KFC attendant.
We chewed the food giving the road side hunger struck people a square complex easily.
So as we gathered the ambushing party for the KFC drill. We picked up the most trustworthy chicken guzzler we know, 'Aditya Chakravarti' aka Bong aka Baldy, who sometimes gave you the feeling that if Bengalis ever were ubiquitous on Planet earth then fishes, chicken, mutton and rice would have been extinct (sorry for the wrong word) long long ago.But the man had his agenda set; he announced that he needs a run on the treadmill to keep his supposedly healthy heart healthier, even as he swam in a tub of food all night and 30 more minutes passed by. Me and Ankur waited discussing the last few uninteresting Friday chores, by the time Baldy returned we had a Chicken hunger bout and a reminder from Nachiboy reaching KFC. We left on my bike as Baldy did the slow motor-neuron jingle after coming back from the gym where an already un-prodigious, lowly computer skilled Baldy struggled to hit on the sign-out tab before leaving. Baldy, left in sometime in his un-air conditioned, un-radio fitted Maruti Legendary 800.We reached KFC waited for Nachi for a few minutes and headed inside and place our order of a large chicken bucket, 2+1 free donated Pepsi by the super-busy KFC attendant.
We chewed the food giving the road side hunger struck people a square complex easily.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Facebookie
The pleasure of being not so facebooked is something not many souls can understand to be happy about. Oh facebook this, oh facebook that. I deem it as a demon not worthy a lore. Straddled and uninvited as what most sane souls call it, but yet invite to part with the most sacred truth of your existence.
No more ye old orkut thou shall remember thy hath no fury against the strong, if not only would the strong perceive there is no truth to this song.
No one needs no visiting cards, nor do crows.
I wish I had my sanity for its never really yours.
In the plains in all the panes I try to drink the light,
but, no truth shall abide the true self that one really chides
For all the human vain, lets not lose out on a world to gain!
No more ye old orkut thou shall remember thy hath no fury against the strong, if not only would the strong perceive there is no truth to this song.
No one needs no visiting cards, nor do crows.
I wish I had my sanity for its never really yours.
In the plains in all the panes I try to drink the light,
but, no truth shall abide the true self that one really chides
For all the human vain, lets not lose out on a world to gain!
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