Zombie-panti and more....

I am sitting upright in this comfortable chair and there is a Jackie Chan movie going on in the background. This seems to be one of those lovely lazy Sunday afternoons when life comes to a standstill and all that matters is the groaning fan above and the shaft of afternoon sunlight which has somehow found its way in though the door kept slightly ajar.

I like this office on Sundays. I have quite often found myself sitting in this very chair, upright and comfortable with a Jackie Chan movie in the background and more than often, it has been a Sunday. The office food is different on Sunday. There are lesser people, lesser activity and less number of abuses being pronounced. Sometimes it takes me by surprise how easily people abuse. One abuse per sentence. At least one 'beep word' thrown in to make the language prettier.

'Hi, Good morning, kya mausam hai benchod, itni garmi mein kam karna, ma chud jati hai din bhar kya bataun, gand marane ke liye bhi energy nahi hoti hai...upar se ye garmi benchod...."

I wonder how much time it will take me to start talking like that.

Anyway, so its hot all right. Very very hot. Almost like Calcutta.
Last week, I came home from work all drenched with sweat to find my roomie and her kid and the maid sitting and yapping with the fan switched off. When I politely asked them why they've not put the fan on, they pointed up and to my utter horror I saw there was no fan. Apparently it had stopped working and had been given away to be repaired and would come back the next day.

Three hours later, I got up from my deep slumber and shooed away the mosquitoes feasting on my blood, somehow managed to walk over to the fridge, took out a bottle and took the HUGEST gulp possible only to find out, it was not water, it was a bottle of vodka I had taken out in deep sleep. Now I was wide awake, what with a super neat vodka shot burning down my throat. I couldn't go back to sleep. Did not feel like sleeping, somehow and did not want to wake up my roomie or her kid or the maid. So without switching on the light, aided by the moonlight streaming in from the window along with a thousand or so mosquitoes per minute, I rolled a joint, smoked up and sat there thinking.