Late Night LOLs

The ambient darkness, a stomach full of dinner, along with music of the 70's, created a very retro atmosphere in the office while we worked away on a futuristic competition. The playlist advanced to next song and Su and my Boss tried to guess if the music was by S D Burman or R D Burman. I had to look up who was Burman senior, and with the knowledge gained, I asked, "If SD's son is RD, would SD's grandson be called Micro SD?"

***
With more than a dozen freshers introducing themselves, phase 1 of the party alone had extended way past dinner time. Of the lot was an intern with a very unique spelling to a quite common name which he insisted upon to every person he introduced himself. So when on the hot seat, he said he was into athletics, I asked if he could run. He affirmed, and even demonstrated the same. Next came the blow: "Well, you spell your name as A-V-I-, right? Can you run on Windows Media Player?"

Movie Mayhem

Awake long after the New Year party had played out, the gossip turned to the college day tales of a guest couple. As always, my interruptions caused blatant digressions in Miss K's narrative. She hushed me, gathered her thoughts and began again, "... to Kahaani kahan start hui thi?"
"Vidya Bagchi Kolkata aayi thi."

***
Being the only one left out not having seen the movie, Su# desperately looked for a theater near office still playing it. He asked someone during lunch, "Would The Hobbit still be running in Fun Cinemas?"
"No, I think he'll be halfway across to Erebor now."

***
Q: Why would the 6th movie in the Mission Impossible series star James Bond in it?
A: Coz it would be abbreviated to MI6.

Boss-ically LOL

Having battled a multitude of options for a façade of a building, and finally taken the best to present before the Client, nothing made me happier than reading my Boss's sms announcing that an option had reached concurrence with the MD.
"Option C finalized. We did it!!"
"Goooggglllleeeee!!!" I answered.
"Please explain." came the befuddled reply.
"I'm loyal to Android. I couldn't say Yahoo!"

***
Visiting us during lunch, the Talkative Trainee was, umm... talking (duh!) about her interviews in Delhi. Being unable to talk, my Boss decided to put his jaws to other uses. "I'll get some salad to munch", he declared, getting up from the couch, only to return disappointed, "Bloody Hell man!! Rammy ate up all the carrots!"
"Couldn't you wear any jewelry?" I scoffed at the Trainee.
Certain that no one knew what was about to hit them, I continued-
"If you had, you would have been able to give him at least one out of the 22 carats!"

A Pitcher of PJs

Convincing one colleague at a time, I gathered a party of 5 to head to the CnT Canteen. Soon, the Communist Lady was joined by her husband, and they bantered about the upcoming release, The Life of Pi.
"... I've seen the trailer, that movie has no content!"
"Shut up, Vikki, I've read the book, it's full of content."
I interrupted the loving couple, "Are you referring to the Table of Contents?"

Seeing the discussion turn to movies, my boss said "I need to fill my mug!", and poured himself more froth than beer in excitement. I taunted, "Wo peene ke liye hai ya kapde bhigone ke liye!"

Looking anywhere but in my direction to ignore me, my Architect Boss exclaimed on the interiors of the pub: "These windows are all fake, man!" I piped up, "We could threaten them to give us free beer, else we'll report them to Microsoft."

The finale of the evening, that didn't happen, was Vikki excusing himself to use the loo. Had he done so, I would have called it, Vikki-leaks!

Finding Nirvana

My Boss and I were discussing
               the fate of the façade of my building.
Su had heard some Nirvana music
               which he was having trouble finding.
My Boss tried to introduce bands and grooves, and align mullions to
               make the building impress any guest.
Su drummed his desk and my Bong Friend ambled over
               to aid in his quest.
My Boss said, "Okay, try this."
Su said, "No, what Band is this?"
I said, "It might be a groove instead."
My Bong Friend did a facepalm smacking his head.
I had called Nirvana a "groove-y kind of music".
Even in his grave, that made Kurt Cobain very very sick.

Happy Happy Mornings

There's a fine line between intellectualism and boredom, more than often one begetting the other.
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon while we awaited our lunch order that the discussion turned to redundancies in beauty. It's the exclusivity of beauty that entices us, and Happy Singh established, "Soch yaar, agar subah roz beach par hoti..."
I cut him mid sentence, "To reception pe humare calls kaun attend karti?"

(For the uninitiated, Rose (wo)mans the Reception desk at my office.)

Don't shoot the Tiger

Intrigued by the tiger scene in the trailer of The Life of Pi, the Head of Research stopped by my Bong Friend's desk to watch in awe a book that they'd both read, being made a movie.
After reminiscing many a part, she finally voiced what had been getting the better part of her curiosity: "I wonder how they shot those animals..."
Spotting an entrée, I charged, "Didn't you read the disclaimer? No animals were harmed or injured..."

Parenting Details

A new architect at office piqued interest in the door details I was discussing with a trainee. As I completed my monologue, she asked, "Could you tell me about toilet details? If I'm using different tiles, how do I go about hatching them?"
I answered like an experienced architect, "you just have to meticulously sit on the task at hand", and added, "or, you could ask a hen to do it."

Tète-à-tète with Happy Singh

Like me, you too may get lost in the numerous look-alike Sectors which make up the city of Chandigarh. Designed by a great Architect, it has also produced great Architects. When Happy Singh returned from his trip home, I asked him if he had met Tutu, an ex-employee practicing in the same City.
HS: "Arrey yaar! You know I tried his number so many times, but man, I just couldn't find him."
Me: "Hmm... maybe he was in a bad sector. File not found."
***

Walking past the printer, I narrowly missed running over a fresh print that had wandered away from the output tray. Recognizing the project, I took the sheet to Happy Singh, and asked, "Did you just shoot this print?"
"Arrey haan, thanks yaar!" came a relieved reply.
"Tabhi sochoon, ye itna mara hua kyun lag raha hai!"

Biddings of Horipodo Chatterjee

Over the gurgling sound of the flush in the detached toilet at my Bong friend's place, I realized that he was so tall, and his room was so small, he had to keep his Head (a)n(d) Shoulders in the loo.


On another occasion, he was sorting fresh prints which were due at Site later that afternoon. After what I assumed was the last print out of the plotter, he burst out, "What a waste of an A1 sheet! I gave a print for two copies, and the second one had to come out light."
I said, "That's good, right? You won't have to carry much!"