Commies!!?

How does work get done in government offices? I happened to start working in a place like it... and the plush exterior and sunmica-ed interiors tends to fool you.
Women in mismatched clothes, mangalsutras et al, ambling around talking in hindi actually marathi to each other about home, children, holidays, threatening co-workers...pretty much anything other than work. oh yes, theres the phone calls, for hours. All this, while other willing, serious people are waiting for their snack coupons, since 2 days. Only its a lot of trouble to fill in the blanks of an already formatted letter and print it out. They'd rather not give the waif them, lest she dicides to take advantege of the free food, and eats everything.
Eventually, you wonder what happens?!
The middle class gets jobs in government offices, because of oh so important reservations, so all they have to do is sit and gossip, once in a while type something out one letter at a time so that it takes 3 hrs to finish one page. Remember, some of these people dont have computers at home, so u give them the benefit of the doubt.
After your well spent 3 hours of serious work, you have to run to the loo; thus completing abt one of the 20 trips you make there as the AC is too cold. This writer thinks its part of the reservation conspiracy...making sure you have time well spent in the office.
To further pass the 8 hrs, you have to conspire about people supposedly conspiring against you coz your not a graduate and the new girl is one, and you might just lose your job to the replacement who's been hired for 180 days temporarily. Then you have to hatch up plans on how to avoid her, so she gets the message and leaves....lilte do they know, she's got her own plans.
All this is happening while people sitting in cabins are yelling over the phone to people to buck up, send them invoices, stats etc. If you look closely, the cabins house various managers of several depts,GMs, DGMs etc...
You wonder why the commie-ners bad mouth the managers, stage strikes, huddle together in corners doing God knows what. Thats coz they can afford to do it, coz the government pays them to do it while the managers are getting the work done.
How can someone support a socialist cause when people who supposedly embrace it, are abusing the very essence of the idea.

War... what is it good for

got it off an email doing the rounds.... Wish i was that brave

Phantasmagoria

Dadar station is not very friendly. You dont have to be there to know you just have to look at the faces of people getting into the train when it stops at that station. Yup...about a 100 Kodak moments right there.
Everything from anger, nostril hair, stained teeth or no teeth, elbows in peoples eyes....basically adrenaline oozing out their pores.
I however, have first hand experience of the whole spectacle, because I've bestowed upon myself the priveledge of being in the eye of the storm....literally.
Everyday, i amble down that slope of the bridge taking care not to fall on my ass and reach the platform, eventually. Then as if sensing the levels of adrenalin pumping thru my blood, my trustee iPod plays Arctic monkeys- Brianstorm. The woman announces that the train is comin. i check the indicator it says '1 minute.'
now im weaving thru people, and Alex Turner's talking about 'someone to kiss, someone to kick you' and i get stamped on the foot! ... oh, but im still makin my way  around people, trying to get to that distant ladies compartment.
And im almost there and the train pulls into the station. Yup...i can already 'smell' the excitement on the people around me. Most of them gathering up their lungis, and the women they're saris and dupattas. Those can't be getting in the way when ur in that moment when your one with nature and your primal instincts kick in.
I reach the place where all the women are, ready to charge. Not calm, collected and comanding (Top marks for at least trying), i push my way to the front and then THUNder....
i can the hear metal of the footboard at the door being punished under fractious feet...
Im inside, somehow, with asolutely no idea wat i did to get in.
Within seconds, the train pulls out, the (brian)storming is over.
Im thinkin to myself, I'll c ya later, bloody stinker!

Subliminal

It was cold. Ilooked down at my feet, coz I couldn't feel my toes. They were wrinkled and slightly muddy. A leaf was stuck on one of them. "I'll have to get myself a pedicure when i get back!"
Ooo, she's getting pedicures now whispered a raspy voice in my ear. My heart stopped for a second. i turned around and no one was there.
I began to walk faster.Almost marching. The quick movements of my arms made fingers colder than they already were.I shoved my hands into my pockets and continued to walk fast.
"You finally kawlled!!! Where've you bin" yelled a woman on her cell phone, her eyes beaming
with fake concern. She was sitting in her car that was parked along the side of the road. I looked at her and smiled to myself remembering something from before.
As i walked the wind got stronger and the large drops began to hurt as they fell on me. I realized that my hood wasn't doing a good job protecting my already aching head and my T-shirt was  beginning to get wet underneath the jacket. I took it off. Within sseconds I was soaked. I stretched out my arms and looked up into the night and said " Great! Life couldn't get better."
As i slapped my palms down, I heard a screech. I turned around to see a car skidding off the road, coming straight at me. I stood and stared at the bright yellow lights gaining on me, transfixed, like at that moment God decided to teach me a lesson for complaining.
The very next second, a truck came out from an intersection at full speed and rammed into the car.
I suddenl realized that it was the same car i saw a few minutes ago.

Lights Out

That's me in the pic. My brother took it.