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."
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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?"