And I miss Pune again. .I miss the Pune Hindi. No.no.. I am not referring to the Hindi ripped apart by the localities there. That’s not the Hindi I miss. I miss the Hindi the Delhi Kitchen mess owner used to speak.. After a long frustrating day at the most frustrating place in the Milky Way, Webtech Developers Pvt. Ltd.
The 1st day at this disastrous place, they called it the Webtech office.. But I never could really accept it as anything close to any office. The very 1st day a guy who claimed to be the Boss got a shock of his life!! All because of me.. On the 1st day I opened my gmail and mailed my research papers to my research guide.. He crossed his arms at me and made a sincere attempt at trying to make me feel guilty.. From that instance on, I glanced a thousand questions at him.. The 1st time my cell phone rang there in that office the people around looked at the device as if it was some siren announcing some war or something like that.. I had looked at the boss to see if he would suffer a cardiac arrest at my expense. I hate people trying to discipline me..
Nevermind..I still love Pune.. When the day would near its end.. and the friend would drop me at that signal post , she would say a peculiar bye to me… chal re.. kal phone kariyo..the 1st time I heard this Hindi I was all smiles.. I was surrounded with this new Hindi for those 2 years and still hear it sometimes on phone..The friend who would greet me with his cheeky chakkar kya hai tera ha..everytime he met me or happened to call.
The days when I would be in a cribby cribberson avatar at the univ .. those opening lines would always make me laugh.. wah beta! ki haal hai ?…Sometimes these conversations did not involve me, I would be eavesdropping on this north Indian troop…Ki haal hai bhai??Its not in the language alone.. It’s more about their lively nature on the lousiest of the days. I miss that here ..
When I would reach hostel from Webtech developers feeling absolutely underdeveloped.. and realize that the dabba aunty had ditched us one more time.. I miss making those trips to Delhi Kitchen and hearing the overfriendly “ haanji beta.. aap kya khaoge?” I mean it really amused me so much, the guy would greet even the 6 footers and the rowdiest of the lot with his so genuine “ haanji beta.. aap kya khaoge?”
I miss playing the waiter. I miss making those phone calls..and making those repeat conversations. Okay.. one rice plate for you with tadka dal.. and 4 rotis for you and 2 for me and 3 for her one rajma ..
..chal ghar time pe aaiyo.. apna khayal rakhiyo..
The 1st day at this disastrous place, they called it the Webtech office.. But I never could really accept it as anything close to any office. The very 1st day a guy who claimed to be the Boss got a shock of his life!! All because of me.. On the 1st day I opened my gmail and mailed my research papers to my research guide.. He crossed his arms at me and made a sincere attempt at trying to make me feel guilty.. From that instance on, I glanced a thousand questions at him.. The 1st time my cell phone rang there in that office the people around looked at the device as if it was some siren announcing some war or something like that.. I had looked at the boss to see if he would suffer a cardiac arrest at my expense. I hate people trying to discipline me..
Nevermind..I still love Pune.. When the day would near its end.. and the friend would drop me at that signal post , she would say a peculiar bye to me… chal re.. kal phone kariyo..the 1st time I heard this Hindi I was all smiles.. I was surrounded with this new Hindi for those 2 years and still hear it sometimes on phone..The friend who would greet me with his cheeky chakkar kya hai tera ha..everytime he met me or happened to call.
The days when I would be in a cribby cribberson avatar at the univ .. those opening lines would always make me laugh.. wah beta! ki haal hai ?…Sometimes these conversations did not involve me, I would be eavesdropping on this north Indian troop…Ki haal hai bhai??Its not in the language alone.. It’s more about their lively nature on the lousiest of the days. I miss that here ..
When I would reach hostel from Webtech developers feeling absolutely underdeveloped.. and realize that the dabba aunty had ditched us one more time.. I miss making those trips to Delhi Kitchen and hearing the overfriendly “ haanji beta.. aap kya khaoge?” I mean it really amused me so much, the guy would greet even the 6 footers and the rowdiest of the lot with his so genuine “ haanji beta.. aap kya khaoge?”
I miss playing the waiter. I miss making those phone calls..and making those repeat conversations. Okay.. one rice plate for you with tadka dal.. and 4 rotis for you and 2 for me and 3 for her one rajma ..
..chal ghar time pe aaiyo.. apna khayal rakhiyo..
2 comments:
too sweet one from you...the liveliest post ever in your page I guess.....appun ko total jhakas laga!!!!
thank god!! i finally managed to please you kid..:)
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