Awesome moonwalking...
MJ Dance Audition with a Twist - The funniest home videos are here
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
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Thursday, April 24, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
The mom's delight to kid's plight
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Well we have seen it all in the movies and the advertisements on the TV. I sometimes feel that it is all because of that idiot box. Probably that's the reason why I still do not have that one at home!
It is all over the place; the movies like Because I said so, the matrimony website advert where the dad runs, with the groom's turban in his hand, after every guy he sees , and so many others of the kind.
I graduated from the college with not so high flying colors and finished my PGDIT. My director always referred to it as M.Tech, all the time clapping his hands. Those who were present there will know what I mean to say. Anyways, that was in 2004. It has been 4 years since.
Given the age that most people complete there masters you can do the math, whatever.
So, where was I?
Yeah. Now that I have been in the job for 4 years, I truly qualify as an eligible bachelor. At least everybody else feels so, if not me. My neighbors at home for certain. "He is educated, earns well and is till not married!. There must be something wrong with him!". I guess that is what driving my parents bonkers. Why don't the old women of the neighborhood have any thing better to do than to talk about why somebody is married, why somebody isn't and why somebody's daughter/son eloped with somebody else.
Well I understand the pressure that my parents would be going through. Even though those who talk, seldom look at their own household and those who don't know the reality, that things take their own merry time to happen, even marriage. But public hai....
So, this Saturday, while I was cooking something for my lunch, Rajma masala and rice, I got a call from my mother.
Who is this girl XYZ (name changed).
Well she is so and so.
She mailed me. How did she get my e-mail address and that too the official one.
Mom! how am I supposed to know. Google around and you'd find that your e-mail address is listed in so many place. Anyways what did she write about. But I still do not know why would she e-mail you. We worked together like 3 years ago.
The mail talks about an invitation to ABC.com (website name change). that was in fact a professional networking site.
Oh! You can safely delete that e-mail. And I explained what that was all about.
Ok. But I did visit that website. The girl looks good and is Assistant Manger. To my scientist mother that was a very educated girl in a good profession and in a good company. Well here, in this part of the world, the word manager certainly rings bells and for sure event the fused light bulbs also become very radiant, and what we have here, she is a mega watts of search light.
Mom! Come on.
Well the snap of you and your friend wasn't that sharp and good, and this one looked like her. So I just thought if she is the one, she looks good and lets talk about it!
Mom, she is not the one whose picture you saw. And I don't want to talk about her. And if this how you will talk about all my friends one by one, then I will stop telling you about my friends.
Nah! It is not like what you think. I just thought if you have somebody in mind, lets talk about her!
Ma, if I really did have any, I would have told you and dad about it a long time ago.
As you say. But I did see her profile there.
Ma, that profile will tell you nothing about what you are looking for, that a professional networking site.
But you can find a lot about a person, can't you?
And then the conversation enters that never ending circle, where you have to say, "Oh my God! The rice is on fire, I better go and take care of my lunch!"
But keep your eyes open!
I love you mum. :)
Well we have seen it all in the movies and the advertisements on the TV. I sometimes feel that it is all because of that idiot box. Probably that's the reason why I still do not have that one at home!
It is all over the place; the movies like Because I said so, the matrimony website advert where the dad runs, with the groom's turban in his hand, after every guy he sees , and so many others of the kind.
I graduated from the college with not so high flying colors and finished my PGDIT. My director always referred to it as M.Tech, all the time clapping his hands. Those who were present there will know what I mean to say. Anyways, that was in 2004. It has been 4 years since.
Given the age that most people complete there masters you can do the math, whatever.
So, where was I?
Yeah. Now that I have been in the job for 4 years, I truly qualify as an eligible bachelor. At least everybody else feels so, if not me. My neighbors at home for certain. "He is educated, earns well and is till not married!. There must be something wrong with him!". I guess that is what driving my parents bonkers. Why don't the old women of the neighborhood have any thing better to do than to talk about why somebody is married, why somebody isn't and why somebody's daughter/son eloped with somebody else.
Well I understand the pressure that my parents would be going through. Even though those who talk, seldom look at their own household and those who don't know the reality, that things take their own merry time to happen, even marriage. But public hai....
So, this Saturday, while I was cooking something for my lunch, Rajma masala and rice, I got a call from my mother.
Who is this girl XYZ (name changed).
Well she is so and so.
She mailed me. How did she get my e-mail address and that too the official one.
Mom! how am I supposed to know. Google around and you'd find that your e-mail address is listed in so many place. Anyways what did she write about. But I still do not know why would she e-mail you. We worked together like 3 years ago.
The mail talks about an invitation to ABC.com (website name change). that was in fact a professional networking site.
Oh! You can safely delete that e-mail. And I explained what that was all about.
Ok. But I did visit that website. The girl looks good and is Assistant Manger. To my scientist mother that was a very educated girl in a good profession and in a good company. Well here, in this part of the world, the word manager certainly rings bells and for sure event the fused light bulbs also become very radiant, and what we have here, she is a mega watts of search light.
Mom! Come on.
Well the snap of you and your friend wasn't that sharp and good, and this one looked like her. So I just thought if she is the one, she looks good and lets talk about it!
Mom, she is not the one whose picture you saw. And I don't want to talk about her. And if this how you will talk about all my friends one by one, then I will stop telling you about my friends.
Nah! It is not like what you think. I just thought if you have somebody in mind, lets talk about her!
Ma, if I really did have any, I would have told you and dad about it a long time ago.
As you say. But I did see her profile there.
Ma, that profile will tell you nothing about what you are looking for, that a professional networking site.
But you can find a lot about a person, can't you?
And then the conversation enters that never ending circle, where you have to say, "Oh my God! The rice is on fire, I better go and take care of my lunch!"
But keep your eyes open!
I love you mum. :)
Virgin Airlines...
As I read my Sunday newspaper, the Times Business/Leadership Series, the article on Sir Richard Branson, I couldn't help laughing head over heels.
What was it?
Well the article they wrote about this an Australian stand-up comedian, an excerpt from the article:
" How can you call and airline Virgin. It's terrifying. .... I want to call my airlines Slut!"
Well come to think of it, it is indeed funny.
But strange it is indeed. Lesbian as well hetero! ROTFL.
What was it?
Well the article they wrote about this an Australian stand-up comedian, an excerpt from the article:
" How can you call and airline Virgin. It's terrifying. .... I want to call my airlines Slut!"
Well come to think of it, it is indeed funny.
But strange it is indeed. Lesbian as well hetero! ROTFL.
Saturday, March 08, 2008
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
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
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Sunday, February 03, 2008
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. :)
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. :)
Friday, January 18, 2008
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
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
Monday, January 14, 2008
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.
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.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Description of a photograph
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.
Monday, January 07, 2008
Description of a photograph
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.
Saturday, January 05, 2008
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.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
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.
Monday, December 31, 2007
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.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
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?
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?
Thursday, September 20, 2007
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.
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.
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