Ladies and Gentlemen,
Good evening!
Annual Picnic, a bi-annual affair, held once in 3 years and one that has seen participation rise with every such event being organized, was held this year, with much grandeur and élan at Saptorshi’ s wife’s son’s maternal grandmom’s husband’s place!
While it might take some time for immortal humans like you to understand the relation, let me begin this edition of your favorite update by wishing all auditors and secretaries a happy year ahead, Aditya Marodia a Happy Birthday and Ashish Bagri a Happy Saraswati Puja!
On the 21st of January, a Sunday, at 8 o clock in the morning, when the sun had just decided to proceed to work, 30 young enthusiastic energetic rejuvenated and charged up men and women were heading towards Russel Street. No, it was not on the call of Mamata di. This time it was our very own Meenakshi di! The occasion- Annual Picnic of the Internal Audit Department.
Everybody decided to ride the bus even though there was four chauffeur driven cars to be availed of. The reasons are plenty.
One, there were 32 seats in the bus so people like Pankaj and Sai could pretend to sit on only one seat whilst enjoying the luxury of close to 75% of the other seat as well!
Two, all the wafers and the chips had been inadvertently loaded onto the bus so people like Modi and Ashish could take the cue of traveling together whilst having a wholesome pre breakfast meal.
Three, there was a constant dose of Bhojpuri and Bihari songs playing in the background so Marodia and Vinay could dance away to glory. In typical Durga Puja Bhashaan ishtyle!
Four, ‘engaged’ Naresh, and ‘occupied’ Vikram were also on the bus singing aloud motivational and patriotic songs! For the uninitiated, Naresh is ‘engaged’ to a girl named Puja and Vikram has lately been only ‘occupied’ with planning, in advance, which future auditor should spend how much of the ITD’s hard earned money in his/her wash room expenses!
We reached the venue, our voices almost gone in the non-stop Antakshri during the bus ride, at about 9:20 am. Whilst all the children including Vinit headed straight to the cricket pitch, the distinguished and honorable men such as Sharmaji were more worried about their high cholesterol intake in the soon to be served breakfast!
Rahul decided to make a grand entry. After all, all VIPs drive in late. So what if Mr. Basu drove in, in a sedan and our very own Rahul chose an Indica! But for him to come from Delhi only for a day, attend this important event, and then ride a hand pulled rickshaw back to his hometown, Tribeni, is indeed very credible!
Smita is a rich woman with a lot of hidden treasures! For many of us, this picnic was an occasion wherein her actual wealth was there for everyone to see. I wonder how did she manage to hide them away from so many glaring eyes for such a long time. No. I am not talking about the invaluable Audit Reports that are in her safe custody in office. I am talking about her children!
Sidharth was looking stunning in his Ray ban shades and Nike sports shoes. How many of you knew you could get both of the above on hire for about Rs. 50/- per day each, from the local vendor in Burra Bazar?!
Immediately after breakfast, all the men and Dyutika were nowhere to be found. They were absent from the picnic venue for close to three hours! Playing cricket in the nearby open field- the grazing ground for Basanti and her family, Thakurpukur’s famous milky cows!
During the cricket match, suddenly someone noticed Abhishek Saraf lying on the grass and basking in the sun. Of course, he was looking exhausted and totally tired. But his pose reminded of the movie ‘Umrao Jaan’ with only the ‘gajra’ absent from his wrist!
The star of the cricket match was undoubtedly Amit. When he had started running into bowl, the batsman, Pankaj, was all set, having taken his guard. However, by the time Amit had finished running and reached the crease, about to bowl his heart out, with a shrill shriek, Pankaj suddenly realized there had been a big fat mosquito sitting happily on his thin neck and feeding into his juicy and sweet thick blood. Both Amit and Pankaj shouted thereafter. Pankaj in pain and Amit in agony!
Sumanto and Meenakshi had decided to be the sole entertainers of all children around. (This time, Vinit not being in the above list though!) Whilst Sumanto could be seen with different children in his lap every five minutes, Meenakshi was running around ten chairs, all of them kept in one straight line, and encouraging other amused children to follow suit!
What followed after lunch was hilarious dance and superb singing. Hilarious because there were dancers like Marodia and myself who continued with Bhangra steps even when Himesh, in his nasal best, was singing aloud, ‘Jhalak Dikhla Ja’…………..Superb because Sumanto da was confusing Naresh, Vikram and Modi with his heart belting Bengali Rabindra Sangeet!
If I carry on in this fashion, this ‘YDN’ edition will become longer than all editions put together! In any case, I have serious doubts how many would have read the entire issue!
Cheers!
Thursday, November 8, 2007
YDN-10
Ladies and Gentlemen,
This edition of ‘Your Daily News’ is dedicated to our friend, the one and only, G Satish.
I am very disappointed. Satish is leaving Internal Audit and there are no demonstrations. No self-immolations. Nothing. To top it, none of his colleagues who spoke/wrote about him, choked with emotion.
Before I start, let me warn you, this is meant to be an emotional write up. So, even if you do not feel like choking, try and swallow a chewing gum.
Satish will be really missed. You probably think how can somebody not miss someone as broad and well built as Satish...he has such ‘huge’ personality. Especially his million-dollar smile. That’s the only time when one can associate another skin colour with him!
For a person, who buys movie tickets one week in advance, to being asked to relocate to a new city in 4 days is like expecting Sachin to say, “Main, Vijay Deena Nath Chauhan” in typical Bachchan ‘Agneepath’ style!
I am sure he loved this place. No, it has got nothing to do with the soup/coffee/biscuits/ lunch/birthday cakes/evening snacks/internet connectivity....that was just office work that tragically got intertwined with this long list!
This is the place, where he taught me multi-tasking skills. I could chat, be on the phone and at the same time check those really funny forwarded mails. And of course work...
Now he will never be able to draft audit points at work.
Abhishek Saraf will no longer bother him with his excise queries. Neither will Satish get the luxury of being gifted with Cadbury’s Dairy Milk every time someone traveled from Guntur to Anaparti.
Rahul Banthia will stop calling him to advise him with his latest stock tips. Who will organize Chummery parties with him henceforth? Who will convince the ‘hardworking/home loving’ auditors to join the gang for a movie after work? Who will share his Dhania Dosas? Who will jump at the sweets in his lunch box, for a bite, and then not return them at all? Who will discuss audit observations with him as if it was a Hollywood movie?
Sai Prakash will only have Prabal Chandhok at his mercy for his long, difficult and sometimes boring Tamil conversations. Saurabh will not know who to shower his difficult English language on. Sidharth will wonder who else will give him the respect of an Englishman. Sharad will no longer be able to shower his warm (and at times alarmingly warm) brotherly feelings. Pankaj will not know who to discuss the next ‘person’ with. Meenakshi will now have to wait for another disc partner!
This guy is fun and nothing else. I have very rarely seen him serious in life. And those rare occasions have been when he urgently needed to attend his nature calls and the washroom was at vicinity.
The only talent that God mistakenly gave him was his voice. Not when he tries his level best to pronounce difficult English words without his Tamil accent. But when he sings. This man is a rebirth of Mohd Rafi. With his receeding hairline and his ever increasing waist line, he will surely go a long distance.
I hope and pray to God to please send on Earth more of such motley fools. Without people like him, all of us would be like characters of Ekta Kapoor's serials.
We will miss you Satish.
Best of Luck and God Bless.
Abhishek Gupta.
This edition of ‘Your Daily News’ is dedicated to our friend, the one and only, G Satish.
I am very disappointed. Satish is leaving Internal Audit and there are no demonstrations. No self-immolations. Nothing. To top it, none of his colleagues who spoke/wrote about him, choked with emotion.
Before I start, let me warn you, this is meant to be an emotional write up. So, even if you do not feel like choking, try and swallow a chewing gum.
Satish will be really missed. You probably think how can somebody not miss someone as broad and well built as Satish...he has such ‘huge’ personality. Especially his million-dollar smile. That’s the only time when one can associate another skin colour with him!
For a person, who buys movie tickets one week in advance, to being asked to relocate to a new city in 4 days is like expecting Sachin to say, “Main, Vijay Deena Nath Chauhan” in typical Bachchan ‘Agneepath’ style!
I am sure he loved this place. No, it has got nothing to do with the soup/coffee/biscuits/ lunch/birthday cakes/evening snacks/internet connectivity....that was just office work that tragically got intertwined with this long list!
This is the place, where he taught me multi-tasking skills. I could chat, be on the phone and at the same time check those really funny forwarded mails. And of course work...
Now he will never be able to draft audit points at work.
Abhishek Saraf will no longer bother him with his excise queries. Neither will Satish get the luxury of being gifted with Cadbury’s Dairy Milk every time someone traveled from Guntur to Anaparti.
Rahul Banthia will stop calling him to advise him with his latest stock tips. Who will organize Chummery parties with him henceforth? Who will convince the ‘hardworking/home loving’ auditors to join the gang for a movie after work? Who will share his Dhania Dosas? Who will jump at the sweets in his lunch box, for a bite, and then not return them at all? Who will discuss audit observations with him as if it was a Hollywood movie?
Sai Prakash will only have Prabal Chandhok at his mercy for his long, difficult and sometimes boring Tamil conversations. Saurabh will not know who to shower his difficult English language on. Sidharth will wonder who else will give him the respect of an Englishman. Sharad will no longer be able to shower his warm (and at times alarmingly warm) brotherly feelings. Pankaj will not know who to discuss the next ‘person’ with. Meenakshi will now have to wait for another disc partner!
This guy is fun and nothing else. I have very rarely seen him serious in life. And those rare occasions have been when he urgently needed to attend his nature calls and the washroom was at vicinity.
The only talent that God mistakenly gave him was his voice. Not when he tries his level best to pronounce difficult English words without his Tamil accent. But when he sings. This man is a rebirth of Mohd Rafi. With his receeding hairline and his ever increasing waist line, he will surely go a long distance.
I hope and pray to God to please send on Earth more of such motley fools. Without people like him, all of us would be like characters of Ekta Kapoor's serials.
We will miss you Satish.
Best of Luck and God Bless.
Abhishek Gupta.
YDN-9
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Good evening! Congratulations for continuing to remain a member of the ever growing list of ‘honorable’ subscribers of ‘Your Daily News’. The interesting and the fascinating world of news, gossip, views, comments and stories that will not only help you enlarge your knowledge base, but will also help you digest better!
In the last one and a half months of our stay in Mumbai, I have encountered lots of experiences worth sharing with you, most important being the virtues of my friends, Triyog Pandya and Rahul Banthia.
Triyog is the reincarnation of Lord Rama. He is a non-smoker, a pure vegetarian, a non-drinker and a hundred percent pious Brahmin. Well, the same is also true for a couple of other auditors in our Department. No points for guessing who! But there is one difference between him and them. He is a man….... with a very high level of energy and enthusiasm.
So, on a Tuesday, after work, we decided to pay our respect to the Raja of Mumbai, Ganapati, at his residence, the Siddhi Vinayak, sharp at 9:30pm. But alas, little did we know the Raja does not have a drawing room. Neither does He entertain guests on a one is to one basis. He has a huge durbar, with hordes of visitors queuing up for a glimpse. In common parlance, this is called a ‘darshan’. But my friend just will not give up. Like he never has before in his life. He fought his way in. Amidst girls, ladies and women. Holding my hand tight, lest I should get lost in the pallus and the dupattas. Thankfully, all the sandals and the chappals had already been taken off!
On yet another day, he decided to show me the real Mumbai. The lifeline of all Mumbaikars. So we planned to take a joy ride of the local train from Churchgate to Andheri. It was a ride yes. But I am not sure if it was joyful. By the time we got off, the two of us looked at each other and laughed. Like mad men. Possessed of the powers of spirit and alcohol. We were all ruffled. Hair messed up and standing upright. As if we had been just been electrocuted. Shirts out of our trousers. The knuckle of the belt on our waists having turned 180 degrees, was now just above our backsides! No wonder wise men always encourage two layers of clothing. An under and an outer!
I will also have to give equal footage, if not more, to Rahul, in this edition. Mr. Banthia has a fancy for three things in life. Audit issues, audit observations and audit points. As all of you must have realized, there is one word common to all of the three mentioned above! The difference though is very subtle. So when he calls you at 7 in the morning, it is to discuss an issue. During normal office hours, he discusses observations. But, when he will wake you up at 11 in the night, with his never-ending phone calls, you can rest assure, our man has arrived!
My friend, I am told, also has a personal life. He takes time out for himself once in a while. These personal moments are the ones when he prefers staying to himself and not interacting with anyone. Its like a mini sanyaas. The time when he is totally secluded from the rest of the world. Meditating and praying to God. His only accompaniments then are the toothbrush, the toothpaste, bathing soap, the melody of incessant water flow and the towel.
God bless you my friends.
Warm Regards,
Abhishek Gupta.
Good evening! Congratulations for continuing to remain a member of the ever growing list of ‘honorable’ subscribers of ‘Your Daily News’. The interesting and the fascinating world of news, gossip, views, comments and stories that will not only help you enlarge your knowledge base, but will also help you digest better!
In the last one and a half months of our stay in Mumbai, I have encountered lots of experiences worth sharing with you, most important being the virtues of my friends, Triyog Pandya and Rahul Banthia.
Triyog is the reincarnation of Lord Rama. He is a non-smoker, a pure vegetarian, a non-drinker and a hundred percent pious Brahmin. Well, the same is also true for a couple of other auditors in our Department. No points for guessing who! But there is one difference between him and them. He is a man….... with a very high level of energy and enthusiasm.
So, on a Tuesday, after work, we decided to pay our respect to the Raja of Mumbai, Ganapati, at his residence, the Siddhi Vinayak, sharp at 9:30pm. But alas, little did we know the Raja does not have a drawing room. Neither does He entertain guests on a one is to one basis. He has a huge durbar, with hordes of visitors queuing up for a glimpse. In common parlance, this is called a ‘darshan’. But my friend just will not give up. Like he never has before in his life. He fought his way in. Amidst girls, ladies and women. Holding my hand tight, lest I should get lost in the pallus and the dupattas. Thankfully, all the sandals and the chappals had already been taken off!
On yet another day, he decided to show me the real Mumbai. The lifeline of all Mumbaikars. So we planned to take a joy ride of the local train from Churchgate to Andheri. It was a ride yes. But I am not sure if it was joyful. By the time we got off, the two of us looked at each other and laughed. Like mad men. Possessed of the powers of spirit and alcohol. We were all ruffled. Hair messed up and standing upright. As if we had been just been electrocuted. Shirts out of our trousers. The knuckle of the belt on our waists having turned 180 degrees, was now just above our backsides! No wonder wise men always encourage two layers of clothing. An under and an outer!
I will also have to give equal footage, if not more, to Rahul, in this edition. Mr. Banthia has a fancy for three things in life. Audit issues, audit observations and audit points. As all of you must have realized, there is one word common to all of the three mentioned above! The difference though is very subtle. So when he calls you at 7 in the morning, it is to discuss an issue. During normal office hours, he discusses observations. But, when he will wake you up at 11 in the night, with his never-ending phone calls, you can rest assure, our man has arrived!
My friend, I am told, also has a personal life. He takes time out for himself once in a while. These personal moments are the ones when he prefers staying to himself and not interacting with anyone. Its like a mini sanyaas. The time when he is totally secluded from the rest of the world. Meditating and praying to God. His only accompaniments then are the toothbrush, the toothpaste, bathing soap, the melody of incessant water flow and the towel.
God bless you my friends.
Warm Regards,
Abhishek Gupta.
YDN-8
Good Afternoon people,
Today I was escorted to office with two khaki clad gentlemen. No. They are not from the swadeshi jagran morcha. They are employees of the Kolkata police. I have started getting threatning calls ever since I stopped writing!
Yesterday, I was given a very important responsibility. I took on my slim shoulders the burden of all fellow colleagues' contributions. Investments in the SF Cell. I will now have to ensure that their children and grandchildern can live in eternal peace long after they have become photographs on the wall!
Today Vikram is very happy. He has recently been convinced by an astrologer that he is in for a lot of higher studies in life. Only, if the famous astrologer knew about Vikram's daily habits. Watching CNBC sitting on a high tool.
The Churan and the supari we got from Vardaan market is fast diminishing. Aditya is on a religous fast this week. He survives only on mouth freshners. His seniors will now not complain of his bad breath any more.
Rahul these days is no longer punctual to office. He is no more the sharp at 9 person. He has stopped taking the 8:54 am metro. Instead, you will find him waiting everyday outside the CESC office, in full sleeves and totally drenched with perspiration. He has started taking the 9:05 Santro. Courtesy Mr. Kumar.
6th floor this week is again abuzz with a lot of activity and enthusiasm. Lots of people around. Lots of work and running around. You will even find people in ties and their cleanest of clothes. They are all here for being interviewd.
My senior just called to remind me I have an important assignment at hand. I will have to wind up. And also ask Saru for gate passes for the two gentlemen with me these days.
Warm Regards,
Abhishek Gupta.
Today I was escorted to office with two khaki clad gentlemen. No. They are not from the swadeshi jagran morcha. They are employees of the Kolkata police. I have started getting threatning calls ever since I stopped writing!
Yesterday, I was given a very important responsibility. I took on my slim shoulders the burden of all fellow colleagues' contributions. Investments in the SF Cell. I will now have to ensure that their children and grandchildern can live in eternal peace long after they have become photographs on the wall!
Today Vikram is very happy. He has recently been convinced by an astrologer that he is in for a lot of higher studies in life. Only, if the famous astrologer knew about Vikram's daily habits. Watching CNBC sitting on a high tool.
The Churan and the supari we got from Vardaan market is fast diminishing. Aditya is on a religous fast this week. He survives only on mouth freshners. His seniors will now not complain of his bad breath any more.
Rahul these days is no longer punctual to office. He is no more the sharp at 9 person. He has stopped taking the 8:54 am metro. Instead, you will find him waiting everyday outside the CESC office, in full sleeves and totally drenched with perspiration. He has started taking the 9:05 Santro. Courtesy Mr. Kumar.
6th floor this week is again abuzz with a lot of activity and enthusiasm. Lots of people around. Lots of work and running around. You will even find people in ties and their cleanest of clothes. They are all here for being interviewd.
My senior just called to remind me I have an important assignment at hand. I will have to wind up. And also ask Saru for gate passes for the two gentlemen with me these days.
Warm Regards,
Abhishek Gupta.
YDN-7
Dear All,
Today is a pleasant day here in Kolkata. Lord Surya has decided to take an off day. Many of the urban and civilized crows are also indoors. They are closely following the RPL IPO.
Yesterday, we went for our usual daily ritual after lunch. Orange Juice with pan. One of us however decided to skip both. He has recently been told that water that is used for washing betel leaves and mixing in juices is not distilled and pure. From today, he insists he will ask Latif to provide office water to the juice and the pan vendors.
People really skipped a few heartbeats when I told them that I have replaced Sid on top and now Sid is below me. What I actually meant was the 7th and 6th floors respectively. However, Rahul only smiles and winks at the two of us these days.
For a change, I am indulging in things I am not used to....for example, inviting our own Mr. Banthia to contribute to this edition his lovely thoughts on genetically modified vegetables....
All yours Rahul.............
Our lunch has become a cause of great concern. Earlier it was only 15 minutes late. Courtesy or should I say discourtesy Little Gupta's (though he insists its not his) shop. Now as investigations of Mardia's stomach and "bad breath" shows the shop is also using GM vegetables. Only God and Little Gupta can save him now. God by his Graces. And Little Gupta with his Braces.
Looks like Little Gupta can take no more of this. I will have to take leave. Maybe someday I will be back. Astla Vista Babies .........
Thank You Rahul for insisting to all I am still little and need lots of affections and braces.
Warm Regards,
Abhishek Gupta.
Today is a pleasant day here in Kolkata. Lord Surya has decided to take an off day. Many of the urban and civilized crows are also indoors. They are closely following the RPL IPO.
Yesterday, we went for our usual daily ritual after lunch. Orange Juice with pan. One of us however decided to skip both. He has recently been told that water that is used for washing betel leaves and mixing in juices is not distilled and pure. From today, he insists he will ask Latif to provide office water to the juice and the pan vendors.
People really skipped a few heartbeats when I told them that I have replaced Sid on top and now Sid is below me. What I actually meant was the 7th and 6th floors respectively. However, Rahul only smiles and winks at the two of us these days.
For a change, I am indulging in things I am not used to....for example, inviting our own Mr. Banthia to contribute to this edition his lovely thoughts on genetically modified vegetables....
All yours Rahul.............
Our lunch has become a cause of great concern. Earlier it was only 15 minutes late. Courtesy or should I say discourtesy Little Gupta's (though he insists its not his) shop. Now as investigations of Mardia's stomach and "bad breath" shows the shop is also using GM vegetables. Only God and Little Gupta can save him now. God by his Graces. And Little Gupta with his Braces.
Looks like Little Gupta can take no more of this. I will have to take leave. Maybe someday I will be back. Astla Vista Babies .........
Thank You Rahul for insisting to all I am still little and need lots of affections and braces.
Warm Regards,
Abhishek Gupta.
YDN-6
Good Afternoon everyone,
It is a wonderful day today. The onset of a new and a promising year ahead. Happy Poila Baisakh 2006 to all!
To celebrate the ocassion, we decided to have a sumptous bengali lunch. At Oh! Calcutta. Oh! it was good...the prawns, the crab claws and the fish salad. For the vegetarians, there was good fried rice. With yellow dal.
I am sure Vikram used to be a chess player in his previous birth. He took 20 minutes to pass the salt!
One of our learned new recruits insists he and his wife were happy for 20 years. Then they met.
Today, Aditya is extremely restless...now, he cant stand any more. Just like a bicycle. Both are two tired.
Rahul was today forced to realise the importance and the value of time...one minute to be precise. He was on the other side of the bathroom door in the morning.
Mishra ji, the 70 year old durwaan at home has recently been convinced of the virtues of education for children. He has started teaching to his three year old child nursery rhymes. The Rajasthani version of Johny Johny yes papa.....
Kalu Kalu
Kae Bapu
jardho khayo
na bapu
jooth bolya
na bapu
mundo khol
thu thu thu....
Yesterday, our very own Sid could not get sleep at night. He decided to have a wireless communique with Lord Krishna. He asked him..."lord, have I done anything wrong in life till date?"....A voice tapered in and replied...."This is going to take more than one night."
Warm Regards,
Abhishek Gupta.
It is a wonderful day today. The onset of a new and a promising year ahead. Happy Poila Baisakh 2006 to all!
To celebrate the ocassion, we decided to have a sumptous bengali lunch. At Oh! Calcutta. Oh! it was good...the prawns, the crab claws and the fish salad. For the vegetarians, there was good fried rice. With yellow dal.
I am sure Vikram used to be a chess player in his previous birth. He took 20 minutes to pass the salt!
One of our learned new recruits insists he and his wife were happy for 20 years. Then they met.
Today, Aditya is extremely restless...now, he cant stand any more. Just like a bicycle. Both are two tired.
Rahul was today forced to realise the importance and the value of time...one minute to be precise. He was on the other side of the bathroom door in the morning.
Mishra ji, the 70 year old durwaan at home has recently been convinced of the virtues of education for children. He has started teaching to his three year old child nursery rhymes. The Rajasthani version of Johny Johny yes papa.....
Kalu Kalu
Kae Bapu
jardho khayo
na bapu
jooth bolya
na bapu
mundo khol
thu thu thu....
Yesterday, our very own Sid could not get sleep at night. He decided to have a wireless communique with Lord Krishna. He asked him..."lord, have I done anything wrong in life till date?"....A voice tapered in and replied...."This is going to take more than one night."
Warm Regards,
Abhishek Gupta.
YDN-5
Hi! Yes. I know there has been a time lag. Unforeseen, but not unfortunate. So, I have decided to compensate with a juicier, longer and a far more exciting edition of your favorite update "Your Daily News".
Friday night was very auspicious. I noticed everyone saying to each other Shubho Naba Varsha. I have coincidentally studied with Shubho Sengupta in school. And Naba Jana makes lovely Sandesh at uncle’s shop. I wonder who this girl Varsha is.
Aditya was over excited since morning. He had decided to skip his routine temple visit. Instead, he wanted to go to BED with Rahul. That’s Bars Entertainment and Dining. And nothing more, thankfully! He danced that night.like a man possessed. With the passion and fire of a wet matchstick.
Vikram these days is taking lessons. No. Please do not be surprised. It is not on financial derivatives or the like.He is learning the basics of Bengali. So, he learnt singing is ‘baaje’ and a girl is ‘meye’. Nowadays, whenever he hears Srimayee singing, he calls her a ‘baaje meye’.
Mr. Kumar is a gentleman. I look up to him for lots of inspiration and motivation in life. So, on the days when he religiously sends his ‘thought of the day’, I am almost in tears. But, surprisingly, he has also stopped being regular. I think his subscription to www.aao_gyan_baate.com must have expired.
Rahul these days is very keen to celebrate week ends. He has very recently read in a bill board advertisement ‘Drink Kolkata Dry’. He has just started.
The trainees in the Legal Department believe that Sid is the most decent, well mannered, polite and silent person, in our department. Just like an Englishman, who forms an orderly queue of one, even when he is alone.
I met with a serious tragedy yesterday. I cut my finger. What cheered me up though was when my neighbor, Sukhbir Singh fell into the open sewer and came out resembling Rajnikant.
Yesterday, Latif decided to bunk. And rightly so. The weather was just perfect. But Vikram and I really missed him. Specially in the evening. I had promised to treat him to chicken rolls. I felt so helpless?like a one legged man in a bum kicking competition.
I had the priviledge to work with Srimayee for as long as 78 hours. I think she was assigned the seniour auditor role. But what is most upseting is that these days she gets sleepless nights. Its her first marriage after all. She is understandably nervous. So, she decided to go shopping at a store that was offering? Buy one for the price of two and get the second one free? Let us all wish her a happy, fruitful and a long wedding....
Our friends from Chennai are back. Saraf ji and G Satish Ji. Both are wonderful human beings. Our department once again has a few macho men around. And people have once again started laughing...with saraf ji, and at satsh ji!
Friday night was very auspicious. I noticed everyone saying to each other Shubho Naba Varsha. I have coincidentally studied with Shubho Sengupta in school. And Naba Jana makes lovely Sandesh at uncle’s shop. I wonder who this girl Varsha is.
Aditya was over excited since morning. He had decided to skip his routine temple visit. Instead, he wanted to go to BED with Rahul. That’s Bars Entertainment and Dining. And nothing more, thankfully! He danced that night.like a man possessed. With the passion and fire of a wet matchstick.
Vikram these days is taking lessons. No. Please do not be surprised. It is not on financial derivatives or the like.He is learning the basics of Bengali. So, he learnt singing is ‘baaje’ and a girl is ‘meye’. Nowadays, whenever he hears Srimayee singing, he calls her a ‘baaje meye’.
Mr. Kumar is a gentleman. I look up to him for lots of inspiration and motivation in life. So, on the days when he religiously sends his ‘thought of the day’, I am almost in tears. But, surprisingly, he has also stopped being regular. I think his subscription to www.aao_gyan_baate.com must have expired.
Rahul these days is very keen to celebrate week ends. He has very recently read in a bill board advertisement ‘Drink Kolkata Dry’. He has just started.
The trainees in the Legal Department believe that Sid is the most decent, well mannered, polite and silent person, in our department. Just like an Englishman, who forms an orderly queue of one, even when he is alone.
I met with a serious tragedy yesterday. I cut my finger. What cheered me up though was when my neighbor, Sukhbir Singh fell into the open sewer and came out resembling Rajnikant.
Yesterday, Latif decided to bunk. And rightly so. The weather was just perfect. But Vikram and I really missed him. Specially in the evening. I had promised to treat him to chicken rolls. I felt so helpless?like a one legged man in a bum kicking competition.
I had the priviledge to work with Srimayee for as long as 78 hours. I think she was assigned the seniour auditor role. But what is most upseting is that these days she gets sleepless nights. Its her first marriage after all. She is understandably nervous. So, she decided to go shopping at a store that was offering? Buy one for the price of two and get the second one free? Let us all wish her a happy, fruitful and a long wedding....
Our friends from Chennai are back. Saraf ji and G Satish Ji. Both are wonderful human beings. Our department once again has a few macho men around. And people have once again started laughing...with saraf ji, and at satsh ji!
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