World is small

Wed, 23 Jan 2008 15:19:17 GMT

... very very small.

Have I mentioned lately how much I am enjoying office? I mean, forget about the work, place, time off and money (not that it is unimportant) but what I am appreciating more is the oppurtunity to meet people especially some old acquaintances.

First I met Seema, my schoolmate, a year senior to me. Then I came to know Amanda is my schoolmate too, four years junior. And the latest on this circuit is Archana, from the same school and two years my senior. She recognized me after 14 years even minus my glasses. Wow!

Whats more? Seema and Archana were my (Gorette's) house captains in school. Is that a coincidence? Or, is this a NRHS-UGSI bonding thingy? Doesn't matter.

My office rocks.

Chan... Chan... Chan...

Mon, 07 Jan 2008 17:48:42 GMT

I work on the 8th floor. People are workaholics, hardly speak to each other. There are always some sounds in the background.
Kann Kann Keek - the printer starts splashing paper with ink.
Garrrrrrrrrrr Girrrrrrrrrrr Kich Kich - the coffee machine spews out a mixture of white and brown fluids (they call it coffe/tea)
Kurrrrrrrrrr Tat - the door rotates on its hinges to make way for someone
Buzz Buzz Bruzz - somone finally manages to open thier mouth to another's ear
Kuiiiiiin Keeeeen Keeeeen - the door to Vindhya reluctantly opens
Chuzzz Buzz Chuzzz - some lazy bone drags him/herself unwilling to lift the leg
Kablooi Glooi Kadaboom - an ugly tune informing the owner of a caller
Brrrrrrrrr Brrrrrrrrrrr Brrrrrrrrrr - a vibration again telling the owner that he/she is wanted. And boy, this is much noisier than the ugly tune at times.

And then suddenly I hear Chan Chan Chan. It is rythmic and uniform. It originates from nowhere. All heads that were till now dunked into the monitor rise. Curiosity overtakes everyone. No one dares utter a single word. All other sounds take a back seat. She enters... as quietly as she can. And heads to the ladies room. The beads in her anklet bump gently into each other. She ain't wearing a white saree nor is her hair flowing. But still, I want to sing

Ee gulabiyu ninagaagi,
Idu chelluva parimaLa ninagaagi.

(Can't the guys do that much?)

The regular sounds are back into action. 10 minutes later....

Chan Chan Chan. Again, all heads rise. She walks to the exit and disappears. So, does the sound. This time, my imagination takes a wilder turn. My mind sings

ThangaaLiyalli naanu theli bande,
Ninnannu preethiyinda seralende
O iniyaaa..... aa.. aa.. aa.. aa..
Nannannu seralu ba ba
Nannannu seralu.....

There is also a faint Patt Patt Patt - her sandals slapping her sole. But who cares? And she vanishes.... only to reappear two hours later and history repeats... :-)

Am I too filmy? Again, who cares? :-P

Under the Rainbow: Office Office

World is small

Chan... Chan... Chan...