Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Before I die(d)... I met a sniffer dog called Lara Dutta...


yeah, it is true... really really true... and no, it is not my figment of imagination after the recent attacks and bombs... this piece is dedicated to this beautiful black sniffer dog (bitch for those who are ready to slit my throat on gender bias grounds!) called Lara Dutta...

Now, in the local trains which I take to commute to and from office, I happened to meet this lovely dog with a police wala... she was elegant, had shiny black hair, well kept and had a first class pass... (don't ask me what was the pass for? Was she supposed to check only the first class compartments or what???)anyways, here she was, just besides me, sniffing under the compartment berths wagging her tail and licking her nose clean...

She was named Lara Dutta (I know, I know, my curiosity got better of me and I asked the policeman about her being christened Lara Dutta... and he drew a blank and smiled his paan stained teeth saying, 'humka kya maloom madam, saahib log jo rakh diye so rakh diye')... hmmm... there seems to be atleast 1 big fan of the Bollywood actress(?) in the police force...

So, our Lara sniffs for bombs, has detected 2-3 bombs and saved lives so far... she has all the facilitites of a first class officer, will get pension after she retires (actually, this is still under debate), has a breakfast of 1 litre milk, 4 eggs and mutton and even has a personal care taker!

... but she sniffs around for bombs without any jackets... atleast not on her regular visits... something like our own jawaans... hai na?

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Before I die(d)... I met a man who repairs coffee machines...

this subject is a little weird to start my blog with... meeting a man who repairs coffee machines doesnot make for an interesting subject... there isn't much scope for creating something out of it... well, i will be honest... there IS nothing to create out of it... 'll just state the facts...

So, here is how it goes... today at noon i was having lunch with a colleague... and there was this youngish looking chap working at our office coffee machine... 'maa da ladla...' - that was his cell ringtone... he picked up and i eavesdropped on the one sided conversation...

"... in some xyz office i had gone before there was a little hole in the coffee machine and rats would go into it destroying the machine... so, you know what I did?... i just took a 'kya kehte hain usko? jispe yeh office waale apni chaai ka cup rakhte hain?.. arree wahi jo chaukon hota hai...' (i wanted to butt in but decided against... wanted him to carry on the conversation)... khair... let it be... so, i took 'that' and bought 5 rupaye ka gum and stuck it on that hole... so no hole and no more rats... vo udhar ki madam boli 'kya idea lagayi hai' ... " and he smiled...

he smiled and so did i... think that's why smiles are infectious...