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."
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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!"

Musical Discord

//Musical knowledge mandatory
It was a moment of excitement unpacking and lifting the 25Kg Roland RD-700 out of the box. Checking all the accessories that came with the Keyboard, by brother exclaimed anxiously: "They didn't give a power cord?"
Spotting the soon-to-be-displaced Epiphone left handed guitar standing against the wall, I said, "Why don't you play a power chord instead?"

The Saucerer

The Pump Room was underground. He had sloped the floor to an edge. He had provided a Saucer Drain at the end that would collect the water. And then he did a facepalm. "How on Earth (in the Pump Room) will the water get out?"
I tried to help my Bong Friend out, but he cut me off: "If it's that cup and saucer thing you messaged about, I don't wanna hear it."
I said, "No, this one's better."
"Okay, tell."
"You can make it into a Flying Saucer!"

Oops! I Sunk it!

My Bong friend had the epiphany that in his ongoing Project he would not be able to lower the Electrical and Store rooms from their present level without incurring considerable re-concreting. Having explained the entire situation to Su, he summarized, "So you see, I can't sink these two rooms."
Su drew in a breath but before his reply came, I interjected, "Well, you could always flood the two rooms...(and they would... sink)."

Graduation Gusto

Making small talk with her, I was just trying to make the new joinee feel at home. Later, when the veteran of the Research Team arrived, I announced, "Did you know she passed out in 2004?"
Having expected a wisecrack from me, which didn't come, she replied, exasperated, "I know!!! She's from my College. She's just a year junior to me."
I replied, "That's okay, but I'm still wondering... after 2004, when exactly did she regain consciousness?"

Traffically LOL

While I savored my Cheese Chilli Toast, Rajneesh tried hard to swallow the two slices of bread that the Sandwichwala had glued together with some sweet substance. "It's so dry!" she complained through a mouthful.
Leaning aside to watch the cars stuck in the signal towards Worli, I suggested, "Maybe you could stand in the middle of the road. You could get all the Jam you want!"
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Having convinced me to board the Metro at the next station, my Bong friend went on to show us a beautiful English house hidden from M. G. Road by the infrastructure megalith. Setting her 550D at the highest ISO, the Talkative Trainee tried her best to capture the house against the darkening sky. "The shots aren't clear, there's so much noise!" she exclaimed.
After the echoes of the last car honking below the Station had died down I suggested, "You could try now. It's a lot quieter than before."

Mr. Chatterjee, Vampire

Deboda asking for a "kataar to cut bataar paper" was an epic sentence during my time at College.
However, Miss K, who's read more Vampire stories than facebook status updates, was in to receive the shock of her life while recovering from a spell of fever.
Putting down his untouched cup of coffee he said gravely, "Lymphocyte kam hai, isiliye tum itna beemaar padti ho. Laagta hai tumhara blood taiste karna padega."

Lift Please!

It's not unusual for my Boss to get stranded in office with no favourable means of transport at his disposal. One such evening, utilizing the (extra) time available, prolonged discussions ensued with many a studio-mate. Thus satisfied, he announced, "Anybody going home now? I need a lift."
"Why don't you give him one?" I asked my Bong friend, who epitomizes the use of public transport. "You're the one working on that project for Otis."