Daddy’s day out

I mean all the IMS( the place where I work) daddies were out to work today.. just that along with their backpacks they were to get their kids to office. The studs at finance, systems, HR and admin guys looked very cute with their respective juniors. I mean it was really so cute to see the smaller version of J, the systems guy.. J the jr. Then we had that other jr. who went on singing sholkas and finally decided to make us all respect her small self. She sang the national anthem and had us all standing for her.. I will never forget the joy in her eyes.. Joy mustn’t have looked any better anywhere else.

Then we had one smaller version of the HR veteran who was busy munching wafers and managing to mumble few lines for us .. He is mere 1 year, 10 days old to be exact..

..to be continued..

I am back on this post after a while, and my mind has wandered away from the xmas day party. To sum it all it was a nice change to have kids running all over the corporate office..After leaving the post unfinished, I traveled back home. I still am wasting office tissues on my cold. My taste buds! I was reminded of the Bhel wala near my house..I have pleasing memories of this place.. When we were in school and were forced to sit through the gruelling sessions, the tutor used to take some time off, we used to come to this bhelwala and realise that India was still a free nation and it was quite possible to eat bhel here..

Shool friendships are special. They are for real. So are my other friendhips actually.. But these ones are from the begining of you to the end of you. Varya and me used to spend time at the bhel stall. She was my hero those days. And, I was her elder sometimes younger.. I think most times elder sibling in situtations where she needed me as her sibling. ( Some people still believed in blood ties more than friendships back then)

We used to talk about a range of things and people. One particular day, it was post- the gruelling session and we were in no rush to rush home. So, we were standing there eating the blessed bhel. I was facing the road and looking at Varya as well; the road which was there in the backdrop. Like a mad dog or you can say a mad human too, I had rushed to the exact middle of the crooked turning and bent down and picked the pup. I had come back to a red faced or rather white as a sheet varya. She had slapped me figuratively. She had said, " Was it worth your life?" I hadn't seen the speeding truck back then.. I aint no hero material. Just visually impaired .. right from the start.. :) I can only see what I want to see..I had honestly told her that I had done it because it was an innocent animal.. Trust me, wouldn't have done it for a human beast.. Now I realise I was maybe wrong when I said that..

I went back to the bhel wala after a long time. Years actually. We all went places..there wasn't any chance to stand there and eat that bhel again. So today thought of treating myself to the bhel, for the old times sake. Varya isn't here in India and I did not want to stand at the stall alone..I got it packed and despite nausea finished it in plain 3-4 mintues..