A lot of the mind has developed based on its experiences in the last four years. Having learned to ogle at passing girls, having learned to get aroused by jugs,lurking around for the faintly female, avoiding the saintly female, it has been the life of a typical person with an Indian background but new ideas. So, straight to the point, what do we dream of? what are our aims?
Back in the seventies and eighties, people wanted jobs. the typical people, the middle class ones who had broken windows, had two pairs of clothes, had a bathroom behind the house and had either one fan or no fans. These people who have become parents have lived most of their life either looking for a job or saving the remaining salary in banks. Wifes,? it was obvious for them to cook and wait on their husband till night, when the warrior comes tired.
What about us? Looking for star jobs, looking for research, looking for star chicks...
We have a huge generation gap. And I believe if we had roots, these roots are decreasing by the day and shall stop somewhere in our life, followed by the next generation who will tear apart more roots, till finally the fully globalized citizen is born!
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Leave it to the Lord
Huffing and Puffing, I put on a borrowed tee and wore the same jeans I had been wearinf sicne the last week. I was offered tea, but refused as was required. moving out of the apartment, I realized Mumbai had not changed since yesterday, or for that matter since a week... I walked the usual 200 to reach the auto stand and take an auto. DAKC, Dhirubai??? abbeyy..yaar ..knowledge...city...nahi pataa...????
kya, reliance???..chalo saaab..
So, thats how it goes. off I went to DAKC. Presented with closed gates and a gate pass for another posterior gate, I walked upto to DAKC's ass and crept inside to reach just outside gate one where I was supposed to report.
reported.
bhaito.
Bhaited.
he took me to a weighing machine. the kind, they weight rice sacks with. I was weighed in it....with an amazing accuracy to the 1st decimal place. and then, my height measure.
Next up, I was taken to a room...and told to do something that was unaudible till I made him repeat so many times that he finally shouted it in my ear. Well...Ok, easy with the flasks, ...Lots of them around, around two dozens. take an empty one and move out. looked easy.
Out with the flask, and then, left again into another dingy stuffy room. This one, called the private,(for staff only) room. looked clean inside, except for the occasional drops of glittering gold. Here, was my mission and my tool in my hand, i held.
Unzipping, I readied myself to perform the great urine collection, for te urine test. I exerted all the pressure I could, right on my solar plexus.. two drops squeezed out promptly. I was relieved that I could no longer see the bottom of the lfask. Content, I slipped it back where I took it from, writing my name on a paper below it. A loud and annoying gruntle later, the flask was handed over and I was commanded to urinate properly and in good quantity. I was shown a red band on the flash about an inch from the bottom, and I was supposed to fill up the void.
the void, with liquid from my empty kidneys. Drinking 15 glasses did not help. everyone sat, looked uninterested, but occasionally, it appeared as though everyone wanted that liquid, my pee, out.
i started wondering if had some urine infection.. I sat pressing my stomach, to push someliquid. I drank two glasses every minute, nothing seemed helpful. I was told to pee again in 15 mins. Off i ran inside, for a second attempt, this time peeing just as much as I did last time. running out, I ran into the radiology lab, got the tests done and found, I was half blind and my glasses tow years off date and then ran out, avoiding the eyes of an annoyed person who wanted more pee...
kya, reliance???..chalo saaab..
So, thats how it goes. off I went to DAKC. Presented with closed gates and a gate pass for another posterior gate, I walked upto to DAKC's ass and crept inside to reach just outside gate one where I was supposed to report.
reported.
bhaito.
Bhaited.
he took me to a weighing machine. the kind, they weight rice sacks with. I was weighed in it....with an amazing accuracy to the 1st decimal place. and then, my height measure.
Next up, I was taken to a room...and told to do something that was unaudible till I made him repeat so many times that he finally shouted it in my ear. Well...Ok, easy with the flasks, ...Lots of them around, around two dozens. take an empty one and move out. looked easy.
Out with the flask, and then, left again into another dingy stuffy room. This one, called the private,(for staff only) room. looked clean inside, except for the occasional drops of glittering gold. Here, was my mission and my tool in my hand, i held.
Unzipping, I readied myself to perform the great urine collection, for te urine test. I exerted all the pressure I could, right on my solar plexus.. two drops squeezed out promptly. I was relieved that I could no longer see the bottom of the lfask. Content, I slipped it back where I took it from, writing my name on a paper below it. A loud and annoying gruntle later, the flask was handed over and I was commanded to urinate properly and in good quantity. I was shown a red band on the flash about an inch from the bottom, and I was supposed to fill up the void.
the void, with liquid from my empty kidneys. Drinking 15 glasses did not help. everyone sat, looked uninterested, but occasionally, it appeared as though everyone wanted that liquid, my pee, out.
i started wondering if had some urine infection.. I sat pressing my stomach, to push someliquid. I drank two glasses every minute, nothing seemed helpful. I was told to pee again in 15 mins. Off i ran inside, for a second attempt, this time peeing just as much as I did last time. running out, I ran into the radiology lab, got the tests done and found, I was half blind and my glasses tow years off date and then ran out, avoiding the eyes of an annoyed person who wanted more pee...
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