Potty talk

Shakunw says water is a good laxative. I say milk.

Back There

Another colleague is called Back There. You see, he still lives Back There.

Back There is the USA, not his backyard. And Back There is still there in his head and will talk about Back There to anybody here who lends him an ear, usually- me and shakunw.

Mustard Legs

I'm back to office after a week and not feeling my best. I drove to office today and after chatting with Shakunw on the phone when I got here, I was waiting for her in the toilet. And it seemed like waiting in a traffic queue again. So I gave up. I had the option to give up in this case, unlike the road which you stay glued on to in your pretty car. It felt good to give up and leave. Also, because I knew I could just walk into her office later and smile at her wearing mustard tights.

From yesterday:

Because i am ill I am not using any make-up, not even kajal. Because: If I feel unwell, I should look unwell, I don't want my face to betray my real state of health. Valid?

Shakunw has the sexiest hands I've seen. Yesterday we were discussing the uses she puts her hands to. I should leave it at that.

:)

Todays cake and its icing

The day is not over yet. We might come up with something even better, but for now here is todays best:

I am telling Shakunw at lunch about a new interesting looking.boy I've seen in office. And Shakunw says- "Interesting kya hota hai, Interesting to aapko aapka bus driver bhi lagta hai!"

:)

It is true, I also find my bus driver interesting looking!

Meet our gang

We also have a character called 'Maida stomach main chipakta hai'.
I must admit that it is thanks to him that i discovered the difference between cornflour and maida which is apparently made from grinding the wheat husk.
Maida stomach main chipakta hais best joke that i can recount:
I tell him my father was in the army, he says 'Indian Army'?

He takes my breath away

During the course of reading this blog you will become familiar with a lot of people in our office. One of them is henceforth called- He takes my breath away.
Well, he stinks.

For want of a pocket

We are headed for lunch. I am holding my i-card, phone and hairclip in my hand. I can use a hand, or a place to fit a hand. Shakunw approaches with her loving, lopsided grin and holds on to my arm. We walk towards the doors. I realise she is wearing a kurta, so she doesn't have a pocket. I ask her- "Tumhara phone kahaan hai?", she replies ' Yeh hai". The phone is neatly tucked into her underarm. Underarm, not between her arm and chest like women hold on to their purses, but literally in her underarm.
I have to admit it's a convenient spot.