After having a long chat with all my wingies the previous night, i woke up early in the morning
feeling unnaturally rejuvenated. After rushing through my breakfast I reached my office, which is 45 Kms. from my place, a full half an hour before scheduled time! So, finally after a couple of
centuries I made for some appointment at/before time. I utilized this time in exploring the delicacies of office canteen. There was one other guy with me who joined the company with me. We reported to some HR person and were made to sit in a room called Popeye! This room is used for screening of movies for the employees and its wall are plastered with sound-absorbent material. We were made to go through 4 different orientation presentations . After a couple of other formalities we took our lunch in the canteen. During lunchtime I realised that sex ratio of India is close to 960 females per 1000 males, instead of 1:10 as we were made to believe for past four years :P. After lunch we were assigned our mentors and alas, i was assigned a project in other building where species of fairer sex are much smaller in numbers. After that just chatted with my mentor about the project and company. And so ended my day one in the company. Lets see how it goes from here.
Monday, April 17, 2006
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Comesum (Mis)Adventure?
Last saturday, I travelled roughly 100Km. on bike in scorching heat of Delhi. By the evening, I was very tired & went to sleep. When I woke up at 10:40 PM, everybody already had dinner but still Paandu decided to give me company in KL. On the way to KL, paandu suggested going to Barista & we called up piggy. He suggested that, if the purpose is to freak out, then Comesome is a better option.
Now talking about Comesum, reminds me of Kapoor who has fetish for pronouncing words the right way. Acoording to him it should be pronounced as comm-a-sum, it is another matter that only people whom I've heard of pronouncing this way are one who knows Kapoor!
Anyways, we three(me, paandu & piggy) decided to head for comesum, who would've known at that time that we are headed for a long night!But the problem was that we had only 1 bike. So, we asked Goad for company (now everyone knows that more than his company we needed his bike) and to our surprise he agreed to come with us, inspite of having his stomach full with those hot mexican dishes of CR. Probably he found prospect of Saurday night at Comesum too intriguing to reject! But our problem did not end there, in fact it had just began. We realised that Goad's bike had no Gas left & it is out-of-sevice for last 2 months. So, we decided to bring some gasoline from nearby petrol pump in bottle and fill up his bike's tank. But we were delayed by phone calls from our dear friends G & Choos. It was 12:30 AM and i was already dying with hunger when they finally hung-up.
Now, we all went to Goad's room to search for his bike keys and some spare plastic bottle. But even google could not have succeeded in finding the key from Goad's room, so after one hour search we gave up. I suggested borrowing bike from someone, but Goad refused to drive it. The (ir)rational being that he doesn't have licence, so it is risky to take down others bike on road(as if driving once own bike gives you licence).
Finally it took us another half an hour to convince him and it was already 2:00 AM. But till then most of the junta was in sleep and with poltu season up on a high, getting bikes was proving to be a herculian task. Finally we gave up and blame game was just beginning to build up, when Piggy tried his last shot & boy it was bulls eye! He called up GC & arranged a bike, now i'm doing a great injustice to him if I does not quote his conversation with GC, so here it is. "Yaar GC, Goad urgently requires a bike as his cousin has been admitted to AIIMS, its emergency". I know it sounds pretty sick, but knowing Goad & Piggy, you know the level they can stoop down to. Now anyone will give in to such request & GC did just that.
So, finally at 2:30PM we managed to arrange two bikes & without any further delay headed for Comesum. On the way, we realised that brake of GC's bike was not working properly so Goad drove with caution. Then on an empty stretch on Lodhi Road he accelerated a bit & on just that moment something got through the narrow gap in my helmet's visor and hit me like bullet on my face. Somehow Goad managed to control the bike & I realised that something is crawling on my face. I caught that creepy thing with my hands and pulled it out, but i was too late. That honeybee had already stung me just below my eyes.
On reaching Comesum I vigrously scratched that area on my face with keys. After sometime that sting came out and burning sensation departed, but it left area below my eyes swollen. Anyways, comesum was overcrowded and after some desperate poaching we managed to get two seats. Then, we saw that upper level was empty and went in to enquire. We came to know that there was a buffet going on for 100 bucks. Now all guys except me were full, but thought of such a cheap buffet can even corrupt heart of those having packed stomach. But, contrary to our expectation food was pathetic and we cursed ourselves for not consulting G(our food guide for past 5 years) . We knew that at least one of us is going to end up in hospital after hogging such sub-standard food.
After satisfying both our belly and eyes, we decided to leave at 5:00 AM. On the way back, we stopped to have some tea at the roadside dhaba near Nizammudin Station. As we were getting ready to move from that Dhaba, we realised that Goad has lost keys of the bike! We all cursed goad in unison and finally after 10 mins. of searching we found it back. We returned back without any further incident at 6:00 AM. On the very next day goad & paandu were feeling nauseated. No prize for guessing that buffet food was the culprit.
Morale of the story: Never go to any place and order any food beore consulting food guide(G).
Without Wax,
Lord
Now talking about Comesum, reminds me of Kapoor who has fetish for pronouncing words the right way. Acoording to him it should be pronounced as comm-a-sum, it is another matter that only people whom I've heard of pronouncing this way are one who knows Kapoor!
Anyways, we three(me, paandu & piggy) decided to head for comesum, who would've known at that time that we are headed for a long night!But the problem was that we had only 1 bike. So, we asked Goad for company (now everyone knows that more than his company we needed his bike) and to our surprise he agreed to come with us, inspite of having his stomach full with those hot mexican dishes of CR. Probably he found prospect of Saurday night at Comesum too intriguing to reject! But our problem did not end there, in fact it had just began. We realised that Goad's bike had no Gas left & it is out-of-sevice for last 2 months. So, we decided to bring some gasoline from nearby petrol pump in bottle and fill up his bike's tank. But we were delayed by phone calls from our dear friends G & Choos. It was 12:30 AM and i was already dying with hunger when they finally hung-up.
Now, we all went to Goad's room to search for his bike keys and some spare plastic bottle. But even google could not have succeeded in finding the key from Goad's room, so after one hour search we gave up. I suggested borrowing bike from someone, but Goad refused to drive it. The (ir)rational being that he doesn't have licence, so it is risky to take down others bike on road(as if driving once own bike gives you licence).
Finally it took us another half an hour to convince him and it was already 2:00 AM. But till then most of the junta was in sleep and with poltu season up on a high, getting bikes was proving to be a herculian task. Finally we gave up and blame game was just beginning to build up, when Piggy tried his last shot & boy it was bulls eye! He called up GC & arranged a bike, now i'm doing a great injustice to him if I does not quote his conversation with GC, so here it is. "Yaar GC, Goad urgently requires a bike as his cousin has been admitted to AIIMS, its emergency". I know it sounds pretty sick, but knowing Goad & Piggy, you know the level they can stoop down to. Now anyone will give in to such request & GC did just that.
So, finally at 2:30PM we managed to arrange two bikes & without any further delay headed for Comesum. On the way, we realised that brake of GC's bike was not working properly so Goad drove with caution. Then on an empty stretch on Lodhi Road he accelerated a bit & on just that moment something got through the narrow gap in my helmet's visor and hit me like bullet on my face. Somehow Goad managed to control the bike & I realised that something is crawling on my face. I caught that creepy thing with my hands and pulled it out, but i was too late. That honeybee had already stung me just below my eyes.
On reaching Comesum I vigrously scratched that area on my face with keys. After sometime that sting came out and burning sensation departed, but it left area below my eyes swollen. Anyways, comesum was overcrowded and after some desperate poaching we managed to get two seats. Then, we saw that upper level was empty and went in to enquire. We came to know that there was a buffet going on for 100 bucks. Now all guys except me were full, but thought of such a cheap buffet can even corrupt heart of those having packed stomach. But, contrary to our expectation food was pathetic and we cursed ourselves for not consulting G(our food guide for past 5 years) . We knew that at least one of us is going to end up in hospital after hogging such sub-standard food.
After satisfying both our belly and eyes, we decided to leave at 5:00 AM. On the way back, we stopped to have some tea at the roadside dhaba near Nizammudin Station. As we were getting ready to move from that Dhaba, we realised that Goad has lost keys of the bike! We all cursed goad in unison and finally after 10 mins. of searching we found it back. We returned back without any further incident at 6:00 AM. On the very next day goad & paandu were feeling nauseated. No prize for guessing that buffet food was the culprit.
Morale of the story: Never go to any place and order any food beore consulting food guide(G).
Without Wax,
Lord
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