Introduction to PJs..

Now our PJ king, fondly referred to as Bhoot Unkle ( never mind the reason), is a happy-go-lucky soul who incessantly cracks PJs.

Let me make it clear to the un-enlightened souls…. PJs are Pyjama jokes or poor jokes which might appeal to your funny side, but are so profoundly silly that people might groan instead of laughing.

And bhoot unkle’s jokes are a li’l different.. sometimes they make you laugh out loud, specially me and our Drama queen burst out laughing barbarically, oblivious to the fact that we are in civilized company… at other times, the “jokes” are so mind-boggling that you look around dumbly, hoping that somebody has understood and would shed some light on it..

Examples:

Random guy: Bhoot unkle, I’m going to the ATM.. it’s quite far..

Bhoot Unkle: r u going to ATM or BTM?

Explanation: BTM is an area in Bangalore..

Still didn’t get it? Forget it.. and move on with ur lives..


Another:

Random person: Unkle, Whatever you had covered in ABC training, the same thing is being repeated in the XYZ training.

Bhoot Unkle: oh, tell the trainer that you’ve already finished it.
PEAT IT BEFORE HE CAN RE-PEAT IT!!!


C ya later.. ciao

classroom

Whenever I’m in a classroom, I always wonder if I have an attention deficit disorder! Never have been able to focus for more than 10 mins. There’s a classroom training going on in Wella-land- THREE continuous hours of classroom!

Me being the chronic back-bencher found the farthest corner of the room. I made an honest effort to listen, but the whole universe conspired to distract me- people walking in late, someone fidgeting with the AC remote, people making such silly remarks that I was forced to ponder over the profound stupidity of the human brain..

The session went on and on and on and on, punctuated with random snatches of unrelated conversations and some very pathetic attempts at humor. The ‘classroom’ feel was enhanced when Sher Khan (named so because of his obsession for tigers) walked in half an hour late and said in a very apologetic tone “Sorry for being late!”.. and I was thinking “Itna polite tho hum school me bhi nahi the…!”

I kinda paid attention for a considerable time but towards the end the old school and college instinct kicked in, and I found myself insanely wondering “when will the bell ring???” . Meanwhile Bholu, who was sitting next to me, was almost snoring softly..

Well, I’m signing off with a fervent prayer to the Gods to give me the patience to survive the remaining days of the torture..err.. training!

Random happening

Random happening:

A few days ago, I walked into Wella-land expecting another regular day, but no, the fates had a treat in mind. As I walked in, Random Guy came up to me and said “Bholu left his certi in the Xerox room.. could you give it to him?” and he was a li’l puzzled to see a wicked grin flash on my face…”Aahaa!” I thought..

After a while, Bholu walked in and I, along wih my partners in crime Drama Queen and Boost, had some sadistic pleasure watching bholu searching frantically for his certi. Finally called him and asked “Have you lost something??” in a phony cheerful tone which made him realize that we had something to do with it… “OK.” He said in a resigned tone.. “what do you guys want”??.

“one phone call”

I said while Drama Queen looked on with a wicked gleam in her eyes..

“what phone call?”

“Dominoooos” we crooned..


Half an hour later, DQ, Boost, Random Guy, Bholu and I were feasting on CheeseBurst Pizza, pasta and chocoLava cakes…

Then we headed down and gave Bholu his certi amidst much cheering and applause..almost like another convocation..

Ain’t we sweet????

4 o clock..

Chai time..

As the minutes hand inches towards 12, with the hours hand pointing at 4, the biological clock goes ‘Tong” and our heads scan the floor left to right, looking for our chai-buddies. Chalo is the only invitation required as the Biharis, Bongs and a gult strut towards the exit, dark minds trooping along , in the quest for some wicked laughs at the expense of some other poor dears..

With our eyes lit up, wicked grins in place, the gang royally stride down to the ‘chai ki dukaan’ outside the gates of blue world to enjoy the Best Time Of The Day!!


PS: there's a Rajasthani dude too, but the name bongs biharis and a gult and a rajashtani was like... too long , so with respect to this blog, let's make him a bong! :)

I'll introduce the whole paltan shortly... Watch this space!!

Bongs, Biharis and a Gult!!!

Nestled deep within a big blue world, there’s a small place called Wella-land, existing in near anonymity, in the southern part of Benga-town..
Wella-land is full of nice, gentle people who lead peaceful happy lives. There’s never any trouble, no sign of chaos, never any fights and never too much work to do. In short, it’s a Pleasantville.

Or so I thought.. in the first couple of months of my stay here..
Well, one thing I was right about.. there’s never too much work to do.. and yes, we love that part..

But there’s a lot of drama, nasty fights, love, hatred, enemies, friends, dark secrets, madness and chaos here. There’s a PJ king, a drama queen, a court jester, a few chimneys, a cute guy with a firangi accent, a dormant volcano, some dirty minds, some happy-go-lucky souls, some frustrated people who’re eager to get out, a couple of chatterboxes.. and the list goes on..

At the centre stage of all the action is a group of chai-buddies! I say centre stage, not because they have any power or influence or any stature what-so-ever in Wella-land, but only because all that’s going to unfold here, will be seen from the perspective of this bunch of awesome people..
Bongs, Biharis and a Gult!!!