Coffee Break

good but so long that busy person looses interest

#10 ``though that wink seems to put a crink``
A wink is a wink is a wink. No hidden motives. My comments were based on the stories in your ilogs. You have a gift for telling stories and setting them in rural areas makes them different from the run-of the-mill narrations. This could be your Malgudi and I actually see great potential here.

Re#9 Subroto

Dear Subroto,

Thanks for your encouraging words (I hope that’s what they were (though that wink seems to put a crink)).

How can you be sure that I am not already writing here under a pseudonym – unlike this “real” one? Can you not see a “connection” with many other writers here?

Just kidding, of course!

The world of writers intimidates me – I am beginning to realize that it’s a dog eat dog world – well-traveled – to the terrible travails of too many – teeming with torchlights – too tortuous for a troublemaker turkey – like me, you see!

Therefore, here I go piggybacking on the backs of poor pouting panting pigs – procured aplenty – my precious peers!

Sincerely,
Beej.

PS: Also, the Chowk “editor” does not necessarily share your enthusiasm for my unique style and unusual depth of thought.

PPS: Chowk “editor”, if you are reading this – please take note of how fulsomely I have praised your smarts – and take that into consideration when evaluating my NEXT manuscript! (Psst: that “kumbh karan” designation was strictly meant for the lowly “chowk staff” or perhaps even “chowk volunteers” – never for the “editor”! (Chowk Staff: Please do not consider “Kumbh Karan” a nasty word (Everyone: I don’t know ANY nasty words!)))

Thanks for getting some humour back on the FP Hyder.

Beej kuch original hee likh liya karo..come on we know you can do it ;-)

Never mind, I know its Farzana Versey

Re: # 6

What is ``FV``?

great piece...is this your opus on chowk?

chowk`s standard has gone up a little(there`s still FV on the front page)...

Haris: “Yaar Nasir, tell me something, do you think the boss spies on us?”

Nasir: “Nahin yaar, we are just too smart for him! Besides we are always careful enough to leave a trail of excuses every time we are running behind on a project – which is probably every other project – since we spend so much time playing computer games.”

Haris: “Haan, he is not very bright. Which is why he never took a look at your personal subdirectory – he would have found all those finished and unfinished drafts of your half-ass pieces of writings.”

Nasir: “You mean my masterpieces! Let’s keep the conversation on the boss, please. I don’t like him waisay.”

Haris: “I don’t like him either, motaa saalaa, comes in at 9:45 and leaves at 3:45 – hardly does any work, no wonder he is so motaa.”

Nasir: “Haan, everyone here is like that. They expect us to do all the work. And they come in all colors – white, black, yellow, heck there are so many even desi brown ones – the worst of the lot – and every one of them motaa like a haathi – bar none! Come to think of it, did you realize that we are thin as a stick and never had to spend a day in the gym – like these guys!”

Haris: “Yaar, you are absolutely right. But yaar, the other intern, the chubby white guy got a whole week of training and everyone treats him like he is some manager. Why is that? Do you think it’s because we are desis – brown people you know – the worker bees of this society – the non-social-get-the-job-done-people?”

Nasir: “Dekho, its not that simple, we are desis you know – but we should not think we are the only worker bees of this society – the non-social-get-the-job-done-people. Maybe everyone does expect us to know all the stuff and to get all the tasks done – come to think of it, that’s not such a bad position to be in – just imagine, we could have been given a bad stereotype – like that cave-hiding guy in beard and turban – what would happen then?”

Haris: “Haan that is so true, but I kind of miss not being invited to the annual dinner for vice presidents and senior managers.”

Nasir: “Haan I know that, but that is irrelevant, you are not getting my point.”

Haris: “Yaar, I am getting your point, but it is making me sick, sometimes it appears we will be stuck with this stereotype forever, we will never be the bad guys. Bad guys have all the fun – and also make the most money you know. I need a smoke.”

Nasir: “Haan I know that, but that is not necessarily true. Worry not my friend, this is just a temporary internship, once we graduate, we will go into a company which values its hard working employees – probably under another motaa desi boss. And who knows, we could someday even become a motaa boss ourselves.”

Haris: “You may have a point. Every one who comes around here has been under one motaa or another at one point or another – no matter what color the motaas, or the patlaas. Hold that thought! I still need to smoke.”

Nasir: “Yaar, cigarette is not the answer to our problem. By the way, I saw your sweetheart Ivana talking to John. Do you know they take the same train to work every day.”

Haris: “Yaaaaar, Ivana, why don’t I ever bump into her. Whenever I see her my day goes much better. Have you seen her green eyes – they are so different from black eyes – they are so different from any girl’s eyes – since I was never allowed to see any girl’s eyes where I was growing up. ”

Nasir: “Yeah, I know, it is pretty hard to make out what the eyes look like – especially through those slits in the burqa!”

Haris: “Yaar, I have told you – we should never form perceptions of the fair sex based on their race – at least not when we are the educated desi elite!”

Nasir: “It’s not the same thing as a stereotype. Besides, a girl is a girl – especially when you have to live the life of a forced barham-charee. So what if others think Ivana is a bit chubby – or less than ideal-looking – or not much of a talker, at least in English!”

Haris: “Yaar you can’t be perfect, have you looked into her eyes?”

Nasir: “No, but I am sure Auntie will love her eyes too!!! You fall in love with every second girl you see.”

Haris: “Yaar 12 years of same sex education can do this to you. I am just happy I don’t fall for the other sex. Anyway, I swear, as soon as I graduate, I am getting a brand new Ford Mustang with 0% financing.”

Nasir: “I don’t even know what 0% is!”

Haris: “Don’t worry, I will tell you some other time, I think we should head back to our floor.”

Nasir: “What’s the rush, its 4 pm, our manager is most likely gone. Lets play a game of pool before we head back. Wait a minute, who is that “seedy” looking guy? He looks mean like a lion!”

Haris: “No, he is no lion! Pay no attention to him – nobody does – at least nobody in their right mind, anyway!”

Nasir: “There is something very suspicious about him – and why is he just standing there – jotting down all those notes in that little writing pad – like a clumsy detective.”

Haris: “Relax, this detective will never catch any thieves!”

Nasir: “What if he is a plant in the pay of the motaa – to keep an eye on us and to report back to him how we REALLY spend our time. Boy, we’ll need all the luck we can get!”

Nasir: “Haha, inviting Ivana might stir up some good luck for you.”

hilarious! it was sooooo funny. I really enjoyed it! Keep up the Good work. Will look forward to ur other works as well.

Re: # 2

Glad you enjoyed reading it. The conversation is entirely made up and totally fictional. It is based on the day to day conversations that I used to have at a workplace recently with a very close friend.

what was that :P

Lustiga :P


i think you noted down this all............when two pals were actually discussing

Hillarious !
I have a feeling that this conversation actually happened ;)