A THOUGHT

I walk through a puddle,
My mind in a muddle,
As certain thoughts play on my mind.

I pull on a thread,
Things she did and said,
Rush back,
As my memory unwinds.

I write, and then I write again,
And try to clear my head
And wonder if these thoughts and dreams,
Would haunt me till I’m dead.

I look across the crowded room,
And then I look once more,
A smile, a sigh, a wave good bye,
It’s what I’m looking for.

The day wears on
And nigh to be, as life just passes by,
I’ll write again, I hope someday,
Till then, in wait, I lie.

The Heat within;)

Well i sure upset the apple cart a bit....

Delhi's finally cooled down after a HOT HOt two weeks, and i guess the heat in the air made its way into peoples heads, especially mine....

A few days ago, I actually had full fledged fistfight with a client, well the Works Manager of an Institution we're doing some supervision work for...

Well the person in question just got into the picture, as the old Works Manager resigned a few weeks ago, and I guess the guy was just given tight deadlines for completion, and he's a pushy sort of person, may I add, without sounding derogatory, a bit brash, and immature.

Well now, my scope included basic supervision of three items of work, Contracted to different parties. One of the concerned parties is bombay based, without a local contractor per say.

Now the system mentioned above, contracted to the bombay party, is a basic mist system, which consists of nozzles which release water at a high p[ressure, thus generating mist. After a lot of fussing, on the behalf of the institution, I reluctantly guided the workers, hired by the institution, and got them to install the system to basic satisfactory level.

So far so good, the Works Manager was already registered in my head as a bit of an as&&*ole, but atleast the work was done.

Well 3 days after the installation he calls, and demands my immediate presence, I blasted hime verbally, as I had other commitments for the day, but promised to be with him by the late evening.

Once i reached, at the appointed hour, after an exhausting day, he started cribbing that the spray sytem was'nt working. I clarified, that it was'nt really my scope, and he should get in toch with the office in bombay. Anyway I decided to have a look and see if it was a simple enough problem i could fix...

I climbed up onto the rickety scaffolding, and lo and behold... the entire pipe, nozzles and all was covered with paint. The idiots had painted over the tiny .12 micron holes(thats half the dia of a human hair) thus blocking the water from coming out. Jeez.. how stupid can you get!!

Well I reported back to Mr as&&*ole, who immediately went on to the defensive, and started saying that i should have done a better job of supervision and shit!!.. well i listened coolly for ten minutes... and then i just lost my cool... before i knew it I was at his collar....

Well it felt good, and he deserved every bit of it!! but hes a client after all!!But i got off easy, no repurcussions yet :)

Well now that the weathers cooled off, i guess i can write this with a cool head, just an objective account of things as they happened!

Woah!! it was fun!!

Writely so!!

Its been ages since i wrote

Its as if life has barely been afloat

Everytime i start to think

My minds distracted by some fink !!

I finally decided to pen my thoughts

Before my brain begins to rot !!

The attempt is feeble

The results won't really be regal

But its a start

And the chain of thought will roll on like an apple cart

The system failed.

Two girls, out for dinner, go to the local “dhaba” in a nearby residential colony…….illegal commercial?... yes………cheap, good food……just what hostellers need………
“Hmmmm…….that tastes nice……thank god for this food……id kill myself if I had to eat Maggi again……”…….CRASSHHHHHH………”what the…….??!!??”

A sight for sore eyes………frustrated guy (or a reaaally lazy/stupid one) ……. Pushing their car with HIS!!!!!!!!

Shocked!

“hey stop……….what do you think your doing?????....”
“mujhe English nahi aati ……..tu hindi mein baat karr…….samjhi?????”

CRASSHHHHHHHHH

“ARRE AAP KYA KARR RAHE HO???????.....RUK JAYO……..”……….the deadly look which only girls can carry off……..the implied “varna………”

“jo karna hai karr le…………mere connections presidents office tak mein hain”

“accha?........hum log bhi bahut sare politicians ko jaante hai…………”

Political connections ??.......does everyone have ‘em?..........”mere chacha ke mama ke dost ke bhanje ka purana bawarchi ab P.M. ke yahan kaam karta hai……..”
I personally don’t have any “connections” ……. nor have I ever tried to use any……….and so I wonder………are politicians available at the disposal of these people for their use at any given time and for any given purpose……a new meaning to the phrase ‘public servants’….must feel good to have connections………must give a feeling of power……….

Car door opens…….our man steps out……….girls take a step back……..trapped, dented car……scared helpless girls……..a billion onlookers…….enjoying the scene over dinner……….ahhh!!!!!! chivilary……

“arre gaadi to nikalne digiye……”

No answer……..man walks towards his house…………

Finally the dhaba owner decides ‘enough is enough’……….he walks upto the man………confrontation……….comes back and informs the girls with a look of achievement in his eyes………”maine usse baat karr li…. Woh naha ke, khana kha ke, phir aa ke gaadi hata dega……….”……..the glow of success……..no wait…..its just the moonlight reflecting off his bald head………

A look of amazement….”huh??!!??”

At the guys flat………

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz………………….

“oye uth……call aaya tha..…kisi ne ‘s’ ki gaadi thokh di……..”

“Huh?.........time kya hai?.........”

“Abbe uth na……….”

“uth raha hoon yaar………….”

Forward………10 mins later………

“hey……….tum log thik to ho na???????”………..a sleepy voice of concern……..more sleepy than concerned……….(they look fine……I wonder what my bed is doing rite now…….is it missing me?…….I’m definitely missing it……..)

“gaadi thik hai????”

An inspection…….not really actually……..too sleepy……..

“bumper loose ho gaya hai……….usne purposely mara”

“kya????????........” young blood boils………”chal ‘p’…….usse baat karke aate hain……”

“ ‘c’ ko nahi bula lena chaiye?????”…………(‘c’……..our senior…….the one we all look upto……..the solution to all our problems……)

A pause. Sense prevails…….

‘not our homeground……….must call for backup’

Forward 15 mins…….

No cops yet……….presence of a huddled, angry group of 7……..heated discussions…….retelling of the story……

c- “let me go and talk to this guy…….settle this quietly ……..like adults should”

the cops are here!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“yipppeeeeeeeeee”

‘quietly my ass……..we’ll see him in jail………’




THE BIG FIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!



“itni si baat ke liye call kisne kiya tha?”………ask the cops as the disappear slowly into the night on their bike……….one wonders how they’d make an arrest if they had to…….or had they decided that none will be made…….and all they did to prepare for this was carry an extra wallet…………….

Its over……….nothing happens………nothing ever does………the fight is such a dud that even the aggressor is dissatisfied……..we rejoice……..

‘at least we irritated him good……’…….smiles all around……..forced surely……..but smiles none the less…….a round of suttas………

Discussions of the adventure…….more animated and interesting than Douglas Adams could ever dream of writing ……….

“let’s go home”……….

The fight?.......an unwanted incident or a welcome change……..a thin line………

Scott free are they. We move on in life, trying to assure ourselves that this won’t happen again and that we fought a good fight, or at least we tried.

But the system…….it failed, again.