Sneha Kapoor

How can God be so ;cruel, sometimes and so many times. The only saving grace that He has is the while being cruel He has and shows some signs of sympathy and good.

Sneha Kapoor. She is one of the best Salsa dancers I have seen over here in Bangalore; and it wouldn't be wrong if I said one of the best in India. You can argue my opinion, no issues with that.

So much has changed in the last 2 weeks. I remember just this last Saturday we had a party at Ugly Duckling (on Miller's Road). We were having loads of fun dancing all the time. She in particular, being a professional Salsera, was enjoying every bit of the moment. Following perfectly the leads of good dancers on the floor as well as the novice ones.

The petite lady, with her contagious laugh was making the whole place very lively.

Today I heard that she had met with an accident. The bone of one of her legs is broken into three. The doctors have to insert a rod and clip the bone to it. It would take her a year and a half for her to recover. The other leg also has a fracture and it would take six months to recover.

Meaning no dancing, something that she so very much enjoyed, for next year and half. Richard Tholoor, her partner, was all tears when he told us. The excitement of the class vanished in thin air. Suddenly the whole atmosphere of the class was gloomy. There wasn't that excitement, that eagerness to practice the shines. But as they say the show must go on and so we started. The awkward way we did the shines at least brought some smile on Richard's face.

Poor Sneha, what wrong had she done?

I for one and all, pray to the almighty that she recovers much faster and comes back with all the vigor and enthusiasm that she has.

We wish you luck and speedy recovery Sneha.

For those who are still wondering who is she, watch the two videos (or google).

1. World Salsa Championships 2007 - Cabaret - Richard and Sneha -

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2. Richard and Sneha salsa at MSF (Mumbai Salsa festival) 2007

Amazing...
Torso so there and legs where all!

Can we slow it dowon please!

Watch the Columbians move. Those are feet, real feet!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dxh47GDvcRI

Lived Good, Died Well!

I wrote my tests for the Spanish classes I have been taking for a while.

What happened??

Well lived good during the class;
Died well in the exam!

I need for shoulders for the rituals!

Hasta luego!

And the Pheonix rises from its ashes, Examen parte 2 en sabado. :)

Cliente goes to travel agent to buy train/bus tickets in advance.

T.A: ! Hola Senor! Bienvenido. ¿Como esta?

Cliente: Bien gracias.

T.A: ¿ que desea?

C: Voy a viajar a India del sur. Necesito reservaciones.

T.A: ¿Donde vija en India?

C: Voy chennai y coimbatore. Viajo en tren de Bangalore a chennai y en autobus de chennai. A coimbatore y en avion vuelta a bangalore.

T.A: ¿Cuando va de bangalore a chennai?

C: Hoy siete de diciembre, voy a chennai once de diciembre.

T.A: Bien. ¿Que tipos de reservacion, quiere con aire acondiciaonado y para cuantos persona?

C: Quiero reservaciones con aire acon para cuatro personas. Mi esposa, dos ninos y yo.

T.A: ¿ Necesita las reservaciones a la manana, a la tarde o a la noche?

C: A la noche por favor.

T.A: Aqui estan los formularios de reservaciones. ¿Que tipo de autobuses de chennai a coimbatore. ¿Cuanto personas?

C: A coimbatore viajamos en automus comum. Catorce de Diciembre. Si, cuatro personas.

T.A: Si. ¿Cuando de coimbatore a bangalore?

C: A noche del quience de Diciembre.

T.A: Pero hay vuelo solamente. Esta en la tarde.

C: Entonces, van a viajar a la tarde el dieciseis de Diciembre.

T.A: Si, La cantidad total para las reservaciones esta es 23760.

C: Esta bien,

T.A: Aqui estan sus boletos

Guest and a waiter in a restaurant

Titulo: Un Mozo u una cliente en una restaurante.

Mozo: ¡Hola! Buenas tardes. ¿Como esta senor?

Cliente: ¡Hola! Estoy bien. Gracias.

M: Bienvenido al restaurante “Casa del Sol”.

C: Quiero una mesa para dos personas.

M: Si senor. Aqui esta la carta de vinos. ¿Que desea tomar.?

C: una cerveza, por favor.

M: Esta bien. ¿Quiere algun aperitivo con la cerveza?

C: No. Gracias.

M: Aqui esta la cerveza.

C: Senor, la cerveza no esta fria.

M: Perdon senor, no tenemos refrigadora.

C: ¿Que? Que tipo de retaurante es este? Puede traer la cerveza de otro restaurante por favor.

M: Si senor, pero todos los restaurantes estan cerrados. Tenemos agua y paps solamente.

C: No quiero nada.

M: Perdon senor. Hasta luego.

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La fotografia tiene sies hombres y tres ninos. Todos los hombres y los ninos stan en una habitacion. La habitaciones oscura. Hay dos ¿? En la habitacion. Un nino tiene pantalones. El hombre viejo. La silla es blanca. El suelo de la habitacion es amarillo. Un honre tiene a oteo honre en su la espelda. Hay zapotas en la habitacion tambien. Todos Hombres tienen barba.

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La fotografia esta llena color. Hay mucha gente un pero y muchos edificios. Hay una escalera tambien. El edificio a la derecha es balnco. El edificio tiene cuarto ventanas. Los edificios a la izquierda son templos. Hay hombres sentados en la escalera. El pero estar sentado tambien. Hay una cadaver. Hay una sabana amarilla sobre el cadaver. Los edificos encima de la escalera son grandes. Hay poca gente en los edificios. Las paredes son marrones. La pared alderedos es amarillo y rojo. Le puerta es hermosa. Un hombre en escalera estudia. Todos ellos estan vestidos con sueter. Por que el clima es frio. La senora a delante estar vestido con un abrigo. El abrigo es rojo. Ella esta feliz. Tiene una marca en la frente.

Festival

Diwali es la fiesta de las luces. Celebro la fiesta en Hyderabad. Celebro con mi familia. Mi madre y mi padre viajan a hyderabad. Mis hermosa, mi cunado y mis sobrinos estan en hyderabad tambien. Hay muchas casas en el edificio. Hay mucha gente en el edificio. Disfruto la fiesta por que mu familia esta en hyderabad. Mi sobrino es muy travieso y jugetos. El es hablador pero mi sobrina es no habladora. Ella es amable. Tiramos muchos fuegos artificiales. Hay bombas y cohetes. Me gusta el olor de los fuegos artificiales. La fiesta esta bien por que hay mucha gente. Cocinamos juntos y charlamos. Comemos y bebemos toda la nocha.

Professions

Escribo los sistemas del aeroplano. Planeo todos las sistemas. Los sistemas estan en la cabina. Todos los sistemas son sistemas necesarios. El sistema pricipal es control de motor. El sistema evita problemas de motor. Las companias compran los sistemas. Todos los sistemas es costoso.

Lider

El es lider bueno. El es el primer ministro de India. Su madre es una lider famosa. A el le gusta volar aeroplanos. El es inteligente. Nos gusta el lider. Vive con su hija y ek hijo. Estudia en la universidad de Cambridge. Su esposa es de Italia. Ella estudia con el en la universidad. Ella es hermosa. Ella no habla hindi. Habla Italiano. Su nombre es Rajiv Gandhi. El escribe un libro. El planea y evita problemas.

Filetered Vision, filetered logic

The DMK warlord Karunanidhi is an idiot, and it needs no more advertisement for he modeled it all for himself. You don't sit in the lap of you mother and then call her a whore. This is exactly what he did. Who is Ram?Which IIT did he or his engineers go to make that Ram Sethu?

Perhaps he should have had been thankful to the people extolled in our religion or mythology (what many people prefer to call it). If not for these great people, leaders by example, who have taught us the art of patience and forgiveness, he would have been tied to a tree trunk and set afire for his blasphemy. Well we are not like him. We are people who have what we call as brains, not accidentally which Karnuanidhi and many others of his like call and have, if any, for sure, and we use it to think logically and not take everything as it is presented and are not mere fanatics. So we forgive him and he keeps on ranting his jingoistic tunes.

And then there is this group of mahants in Allahabad, Varanasi who have put forth a religious edict for rewarding anybody who brings him Karunanidhi's head. Like begets like. But certainly another fall to correct a fall is not advisable. If we ask for heads so often then we'd be left with many headless torsos and also we are not one of 'those' for whom claiming somebody's head is as routine as say breathing.

But what was surprising in this whole episode was that some people went up in arms against this diktat. If I am not wrong, they said something like we are democracy, nobody can issue such a diktat Plenty of legal cases started in the already overloaded courts.

Where were these people, where were their infallible beliefs in democracy, the whole setup, when somebody asked of the head of the Danish cartoonist, or for Salman Khan to do community service, or when this one lady was asked to marry her father-in-law because the bastard-in-law had raped here and so she was now her husband's mother!!

Termites on any civilization.

Scratch where they feel necessary and meets their own ends. Why don't you guys just simply die or waste away to a horrible death.

I heard Diwali is round the corner. Isn't it time an unknown, a nobody dons the garb of Ram, kills the beast and we celebrate the home coming?

Cry of a famished soul

Disclaimer: This work is purely, to the extent a pure can be pure (like pure Ghee), a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person dead or leaving (Oops! living), any event or place is purely incidental.

I am hungry, famished and starved to be true. Haven't eaten anything since last night, well never actually had breakfast in a long time. It is 12:30 pm and I head for the cafeteria. Okay kind of food, doesn't titillate the taste buds to any extent and has the look of being hygienic.

Now given the fact that India is a 1 billion plus democracy and by the time you read this must be a trillion plus democracy, not discounting the illegal immigrants and those came on visa but lost or missing Pakistanis, crowd is expected everywhere anywhere much before you can expect a molecule of oxygen.

So there's a queue and I simply tag along the tail. Fortunately not many are hungry at this time.

There are just a handful of people before me, shouldn't be long before I can serve myself a belly filling quantity of whatever is on menu today. Taking a big shot, may be.

There is this bunch of ladies ahead of me. Gossiping, a no great guess given their laugh and intermittent "Oh! is it?" "How nice" and all that stuff. There is this gentleman standing in the queue with no acquaintance close by, bidding his time to get a plate for himself. There is this another person happily talking to somebody on the phone.

So here is how the story goes on when people actually reach the point where they can serve themselves something to eat.

1. The gentleman on phone. With the mobile phone safely ensconced between his shoulder and the ear, he picks up the plate, the spoon. but forgets to take the chapatti. Comes back after like half of two seconds, realizing that something is missing is from his plate. A Sheepish smile to the person standing behind him.

2. The guy who was standing all alone, takes half a spoon full of veggie. Takes a moment to think, decides he needs more so he takes a quarter full of spoon and serves more. Still he needs some more, so he serves himself one single instance of that on single identifiable vegetable is that potpourri of vegetables. Same goes for almost all of the things on the menu. Indecisive, or weak in estimation.

3. The ladies of course.
Lady 1: While serving herself a chapatti "Well did you know, yesterday,...."
Others make a funny face and fake a laugh. The one at the last is confused as to how many tissue papers she's need. The one before is busy cleaning every square millimeter of surface on the spoon, the plate and all the utensils thinking the tissue papers are more clean.
Lady 2: Serves herself the veggie, stops, and joins in, "But...." A little more chat when they realize people behind are almost red-faced.

Without warning there is this guy who join in the middle "Excuse me! and serves himself world full of veggies, bucket full of yogurt, pockets full of salad" and is gone before you can "What the *uck do you think you are doing? Jumping in the middle of a queue (well at least in name. Didn't your parent ever taught you some manners or the concept of the queue? Didn't you ever understand the difference in being satiated and over eating? Haven't you ever heard of the saying 'Do to other what you'd like other do to you'."

All this while, I was standing with my cheeks pulled in deep in my skull, my stomach sucked in back all the way towards my spine, I legs have no energy to hold me up. I crumple on the floor, cannot make a sound.

Somebody just stepped over me to get his share of food.

Dogs of God.

I am very much a religious person. I believe in the institution of religion and the faith. But then I cannot understand the fanatics of religion.

Every day of festivity and celebration is a tool in hands of these kind of jerks who make the life of others miserable.

Ganesh Chaturthi came again.

And everything was back to square one.

The length of the access road to my house is just a couple of meters less than a kilometer. Never would have had imagined the enormity of this 1 kilometer, if not for these days. There are 5 pandals which have idols of Ganesh in them. The first person is an ardent follower of the Elephant-head-God and wants the other to know and understand how feverishly he worships the God. The second, person, not to be bogged down by the intensity of the first person’s worship, makes his offerings, chanting of hyms all the more loud and audible. Well the fifth one cannot go beyond the maximum volume the speakers available in the neighborhood can give. Poor chap doesn’t have much of an upper hand.

Also, there is this procession on the road. The traffic policemen have cordoned off the road. If is peak time in the evening, people are returning from offices, some leaving for offices, all the vehicles that were at some time parked are now on the road. The traffic piles up for kilometers; the procession is the fastest to move, rather the only thing moving. The devotees in the procession light fire crackers, who cares if it hurts anybody, God will take care if he wants to and the injured deserved the care. The drums, the loud Bollywood music, did Ganesh ever fancy the Bollywood music especially ‘Aashiq banaya aapne…”. God knows.

And petty mortals like me wait, asphyxiating in the smoke of fire crackers, shove the silencer of the tractor into me ears, pull out my eyeballs and squash it on the road, chew off my own tongue and do what not, apart from holding that urge to take a piss.

And what do others like me do, just pray that either these kind of people go and meet their God before the next year’s Ganesh Chaturthi or the God puts some sense into these nonsense and make them understand worshiping is not about disturbing others.

Key Take away: Whenever you know there is high probability of traffic jam which nobody knows when it will clear, always wear a diaper.

The Spineless creature

This was long due and it had had this coming. This thing doesn’t have any values, shows no sign of being fair, is totally unpredictable but fairly predictable as it arrives every time at the wrong time; a totally spine less being, if we can call it a being, or else, refer it to as a totally spine less ‘X’.

What is that it here? What else the rain.

Yesterday was a horrible day. I was in office until 6 O’clock in the morning fighting the last minute battle, which incidentally started at 7 in the evening the previous day, to fix up a demo for a visiting dignitary. I went back home, took a short nap before the pangs of hunger could wake me up and turn me into a gobble-everything- type monster. Since it was bright and sunny, a must for Ray-Ban kind of day, I didn’t put on my rain proof jacket and was back in my cubicle.

Now the hell is let loose. 4’O clock the bright day suddenly puts on a dark cloak and turns to night. Dark, really dark clouds hover, strong gusts of wind and it starts pouring. Pouring like anything, like there no another chance to pour, this is the only time, the last time, show your might kind of pour.

And Bangalore, Bangalore that it is, where even a leaking pipe causes a traffic jam this was just too much. The traffic comes to a stand still, as if the director of this whole play called "living life on earth" hits the pause control.

Bad, I wanted to leave early and it doesn’t look like I will ever reach home. So I decide to stay back, so some petty job and kill time till the rain rain go away nursery rhyme bears fruits. 9’O Clock, the clouds seemed to have cleared, or it looked so, and I decided to leave for home. I walk to the parking lot, cool breeze flowing, an awesome moment. The moment I kick start the bike it starts to drizzle. Light drizzle or not, it really doesn’t matter much when you have to travel 13 odd kilometers for reach home and especially if you have breathed life to you bike, there are remote chances, if any of turning back.

You speed, you brake, flash head-lights, honk horns, zigzag between the drops of rain or at least try to do so. And you reach home; drenched, from head to toe. The vest sticks to your torso, the jeans feels heavy, the shoes are more like buckets full of water, the only thing wearable is your resolve to reach home. And you reach home.

You open the gate, and the rain stops. Just like that, all of a sudden, just dropped dead, as if the municipality shut down its water supply, as if it was tired, as if its purpose was fulfilled, as if the revenge was taken, as if the non existent day after today suddenly was visible

I was ambushed, tortured, singularly massacred, chopped to pieces, and fed to rats, the left over left to rot.

Call it timing or lack of it. Call it being unpredictability or being predictable but just at the wrong moments, call it fair or call it unfair, but this is how this lousy thing is.

I am a believer and a God fearing person, but then to retain that devotion, belief, fear I need some confirmation some support some sign of being-ness from the other. Why does it have to rain like cats and dogs here, why does it have to rain so heavily in the upper regions of Ganga and Brahmaputra, why does it have to rain so much that there are floods every year in these regions? Why can’t it rain like this in Rajasthan or Sahara or say North Karnataka?

If the Gods haven’t learned anything till now, I have good reasons to believe that will not learn it in near future; say another few thousand zillion millenniums. If it was up to me, the rain God, Indra better not cross my path.

Salsa your way to fun ...

Been too busy off late.

Juggling time between practice, office, practice and parties. And on last Saturday and Sunday it was the big show, performance, workshops and also the competition.

What practice, what performance.

Well we had our annual India International Salsa Congress.


Will write in detail about it in the next post when I am done with all that fatigue and sudden lull after those awesome parties, wonderful and exciting workshops.

To let you savor the moment:




Well we didn't win any prize, just got the participant cup. We were offbeat off and on during the entire song that was played. We lost, no surprise, but our stage presence was good and appreciated. That is the reason why probably we are just in the photo but not in the text. :)

At this point I thank my partner Vandana for bearing me for the practice sessions and surviving the disappointment. Sorry Vandana we lost, I ,for many a times, couldn't find a fix that bloody 1.

We will try next year!

We had plenty of international instructors:

• Eddie, the Salsa Freak
• Knzo
• Rozana Maya
• Maria Del Sol
  
• Ricardo and Vivianna
• Junior and Emily
• The fabulous Swing Guys
• Dave Paris and Zoe Klein
• Akhila Venkatesh
• Alex Diaz
• Ara Hwang
• Katherine Wilson
  
• Deepak and Hazel
• Katyee Namgyal
  
• DJ Joseph Enin
• DJ Gataloca
  
• Anup Thomas
• Richard Tholoor and Sneha Kapoor
• Ashwin Mushran
  

It was a fun event and I eagerly wait for it to happen next. Just with the time flies in fast forward.

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Foot in Mouth Disease.

"Welcome on board Sir"
"Yeah Hi. Thank you"
"What is you seat number Sir"
"Hmmm... (Flipping the boarding pass) It's 13A."
"That would be towards your left Sir."
"Yeah Sure. Thanks"

She is standing there, holding a pillow to her chest. Ear to ear smile, lots of mascara and other stuff. Eyes gleaming with all the hospitality that can ever exist in a pair of eyes.

"Welcome Sir."
Nod in approval.

"Amm! You have a yellow spot on your shirt (points towards his left shoulder). You might have spilled something on it; pickle or something with turmeric maybe." Looking at her expecting probably a thank you.

Change of expression to a bad one.
Change of expression again to a good one.
"Oh this (removing that pillow)! This is our logo (SpiceJet)."

Damn why did I not notice this before? Was it necessary to be my usual self? What a noble git I am!
Sheepish Smile. "I am sorry I didn't notice this before, first time with Spice"
"Well that fine Sir. Which seat Sir."
"Well I guess you will have to move. Mine is 13 A."
All smiles. "Oh Yes, this is 13A. Sure Sir."

Okay this doesn't happen that often.

An emergency for just that one time!

I am not a sadist. No never been a masochist; never been in the likes of those like Al-Quieda.

But then sometimes, like those times when you get thoughts, because your dreams weigh down upon you, the aspiration for that one moment where you could do that one thing which in usual way of the world you wouldn’t be allowed to do, that one moment of being everybody’s hero; for that one chance of being that one being who could twitch that muscle just when needed never more; and so many of those other just one times.

So it wasn’t usual.

I boarded my flight from Bangalore to Hyderabad. I always take the window seat. The excitement when you can hear the roar of the engines when the pilot puts the thrust to 100% or when the flaps and slats deploy or when the air brakes are deployed is just too big to explain in words; and also that there are just too many people wanting to visit the loo when the whole flight time is itself 45 minutes.

So when I was given my seat though it really didn’t make much of a difference on the boarding pass, but in the aircraft it made all the difference in the world that it could ever make. The seat was as usual a window sear but also happened to be next to the emergency exits on the wings. Now that is a very good place to sit and fly. The seats here provide with the most real estate when it comes to leg room.

So as the Captain welcomed us on-board one of the cabin crew members approached us to explain how to open the emergency exits and that if we feel that we are not competent or comfortable in doing it we can ask for a change in seat. But all these instructions to open the emergency exit came with a rider “DO NOT TOUCH THEM UNLESS THE CABIN CREW YELLS AT YOU FOR DOING SO”. Message registered.

I then so badly wanted some kind of an emergency to happen so that I can just for once operate that.

It is not that simple. The urge to just for once open that emergency door, throw it, let the slides deploy and jump to slide on it. Well not a very noble, “And for the world piece” (hmm sorry peace) kind of a thought. I cannot agree no more. But I never want it to go into an emergency while in flight that is catastrophic. What I really wanted is like, when we touch the tarmac, the main exits would for some reason be jammed and fail to open, for some strange reason the cabin pressurization system would fail, or the lights would go off, something like a failure of Level C software on board. It is an emergency in the sense that the emergency exits have to be opened but at the same time is not catastrophic. No one needs to die. No one even really needs to cry too. All for the sake of that just one time opportunity!

The deam Interview

No matter how many years one has had been in the industry, no matter how many interviews he/she has braved, no matter how many interviews he/she has had taken; it still is a war of that one last breath of peace when it comes to giving an interview.

One of my acquaintances recently had to attend an interview and he had more than 10 years of experience. So when I was visiting him last week, I had to mock the interview panel as questions for his preparation. And all this time during the mock interview he was with his two year old son, trying make him sleep. Well that the best way to prepare for an interview while being under extreme stress. If you can live this you can survive any!

Now that he is geologist and the only thing I know about geology is the way it is spelled most of my questions were “What are your X strengths and weaknesses? Why do you think we should hire you? What makes you stand out from the other N people who have applied?”

More of the HR kind of questions; the only technical question I could ask was “What were your key learnings from the last job? What was the thing in the last job that you think were big, challenging both technically and resource wise and how did you solve then?”

Now that was something. Having been trained in “Interviewing skills” and “Enhanced interviewing skills” and given that I haven’t selected any of the candidates in so many interviews I have taken, and recommending background check for almost all the panel recommended for the next round of interview, I had my own comments on the answers.

Don’t say or stress on “I and hardworking, sincere. Blah Blah. These are all universal truths from any interview candidate. Try to build on your experience, how this varied experience makes you stand out from the crowd. Whatever your weaknesses, they should be the ones on which can work upon and if not then either you should not tell them or mask them as the ones which also work as your strengths.”

So the organization where he had the interview was the one in which his father had worked from the first day to the last day of his entire career. So invariably everybody, the higher ups, in particular knew the candidate, and knew just no casually but personally.

When the day of interview came, the panel had people, who were known to him since childhood, were a distant relative, or had known his cousins. Now that is what I call as a perfect interview panel. Even before you are bombarded with questions you are already comfortable. One of the many must things taught to me in my trainings “Interviews are tests, and like all tests this too makes the candidate envious. Try to make the candidate comfortable. When the candidate is nervous he/she won’t give his best shot.”

Best shot. I think here the candidate was playing on his home ground in front of his home crowd.

So the interview started. “How is your mom? How is your father?” And then the technical questions started.

Now isn’t that a dream interview?? And a scary one too, all those people who know you so well will get an insight on how deep or shallow your understanding of the subject is?

Between the Dollar and the Rupee Tussle

Okay so the Indian currency the Rupee hit an all time high against the overly popular and transacted US currency The Dollar.

While most of the news channels wreaked havoc on the TV with their 24 hour sympathies with the IT companies as appreciated rupee would mean lesser profits; the nicely suited gurus of stock market, who incidentally were never wise when I decided to take their advice prophesied the loss in share price of these major, minor, and still in incubator listed companies, I was already seeing the road ahead. Not the nicely tarred road ahead but the one with drain and rain water all over it which for some reason of perfection fails to hide some of those numerous potholes.


So I was visiting my friend who works in this big IT Company and was surprised to see that what I foresaw was actually not that far!

As the rupee appreciated:

- There was more water in the coffee decoction in the vending machine;

- There was more water in the milk in the vending machine;

- The all time available juices in the canteen disappeared;

- The floor temperature, which I was informed was usually comfortable 22 degrees, was not well beyond 24 degrees;

- Even the liquid soap in the restrooms had more liquid properties than water itself;

- The paper towels, the newer ones, have so much quality inbuilt into it that you cannot pull out one in one piece from the dispenser. The towel dispenser incidentally has “Eco Friendly” plastered on it. Yeah! Why cut trees, use that square inch of towel.

- The lifts, one overly gregarious person told me, are now mostly out of order.


Of all the things what is more worrisome is the coffee. I mean most of the IT guys when they reach office search for one thing, even before booting or logging into their systems, which is, what else, COFFEE!!!!

I am sure the ILO (International Labour Organization) has the right to perfect coffee as one of the basic rights of the IT employees which if you prioritize comes before equal opportunities.