Mr Kapoor and I
Time 2:15 pm
Place my office
I have been facing a few problems these days. Winters are quite challenging in the sense that every morning brings up the climatic devil’s challenge of leaving the bed. No matter at what hour I wake up, I have to struggle for a while. Then I remind myself of various things such as my duties towards the company, embarrassment of reaching late, reaching late means leaving late etc. and then finally I tell myself that the day has to start anyway. Then erasing details of what I do in the hour after waking up, I carry on to my small car which despite my not taking enough care of it, takes me to the office everyday.
I have to tell you that the hour of driving alone every morning can be good time to think about the day or some other vague things. For example one of those reveries can be about how would things be like after I retire, when I shall have all the time to myself. My dear old husy and I would then watch television together while sipping our cups of green tea. My husband, after giving a casual look at teeth of the new sixteen year old actress on television, would then tell me of the tooth he lost recently. He would tell me how dentists fool everybody when loosing tooth can be really simple if one had the patience till it leaves its roots. I would then make few attempts to explain to him that he should still see dentists when such things happen, but then he would simply give me one of those looks which translate to saying that I was still a moron. Then we would proceed to the garden for our newspaper discussions when he would argue that I must see that things are changing in this country. He would quote example from a column that Raj Thakrey is saying that we should remain open for outsourcing jobs to people in Africa from New Mumbai. Then I would remind him that last week he was saying that Africans should learn marathi if they wanted to stay on. The discussion would be then cut by our lovely neighbor, Mr Kapoor, who would ask his bhabhi ji (which is me if you have not understood) to offer him a cup of tea and then some time for a chat with him about his useless gardener who has been ruining his garden all these days.
Oh and then suddenly, some stupid taxi driver will disturb me in this beautiful sequence of thought, especially when I was just about to have this chat with Mr Kapoor, and remind me that I was rather on NH 8 and not in my garden with my husy and Mr Kapoor.
In not much time after that I am in my office wasting company’s money by spending time in typing out such useless posts. Afterall, this is one of the various advantages of boss absence in office. Thank god that at least one site of this kind is accessible from my office.
Place my office
I have been facing a few problems these days. Winters are quite challenging in the sense that every morning brings up the climatic devil’s challenge of leaving the bed. No matter at what hour I wake up, I have to struggle for a while. Then I remind myself of various things such as my duties towards the company, embarrassment of reaching late, reaching late means leaving late etc. and then finally I tell myself that the day has to start anyway. Then erasing details of what I do in the hour after waking up, I carry on to my small car which despite my not taking enough care of it, takes me to the office everyday.
I have to tell you that the hour of driving alone every morning can be good time to think about the day or some other vague things. For example one of those reveries can be about how would things be like after I retire, when I shall have all the time to myself. My dear old husy and I would then watch television together while sipping our cups of green tea. My husband, after giving a casual look at teeth of the new sixteen year old actress on television, would then tell me of the tooth he lost recently. He would tell me how dentists fool everybody when loosing tooth can be really simple if one had the patience till it leaves its roots. I would then make few attempts to explain to him that he should still see dentists when such things happen, but then he would simply give me one of those looks which translate to saying that I was still a moron. Then we would proceed to the garden for our newspaper discussions when he would argue that I must see that things are changing in this country. He would quote example from a column that Raj Thakrey is saying that we should remain open for outsourcing jobs to people in Africa from New Mumbai. Then I would remind him that last week he was saying that Africans should learn marathi if they wanted to stay on. The discussion would be then cut by our lovely neighbor, Mr Kapoor, who would ask his bhabhi ji (which is me if you have not understood) to offer him a cup of tea and then some time for a chat with him about his useless gardener who has been ruining his garden all these days.
Oh and then suddenly, some stupid taxi driver will disturb me in this beautiful sequence of thought, especially when I was just about to have this chat with Mr Kapoor, and remind me that I was rather on NH 8 and not in my garden with my husy and Mr Kapoor.
In not much time after that I am in my office wasting company’s money by spending time in typing out such useless posts. Afterall, this is one of the various advantages of boss absence in office. Thank god that at least one site of this kind is accessible from my office.
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