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| Is the specie around you? |
| Thursday, April 12, 2007 |
Preamble: The only purpose of the crap beneath is fultoo and faltoo entertainment and a few laudatory comments will be a welcome surprise .Most of the memorable things in life happen in a surprise.
Disclaimer:The protagonist-- the girl, is a utopian creature and any resemblance to a person, working or resigned,still sitting beside you or far from you, is purely an affirmation of my conviction that the species number is overwhelming.
Caution:Approach with caution to the girl to whom you may like to forward it.
Mock Incident:
"bye bye bye, Bus arrived. call me back in a minute." the voice homogenized with the loud hurling of the stagnant bus.
She hurriedly boarded the bus and scanned for a seat in the crowded bus. Finding none, tried opening the driver's cabin which she found locked from inside.
Driver helped her ,helped himself, by unlocking the door and letting her in.
The guy at the back whose legs were cramped in the small corridor between the 'last row' and the 'left lane-last seat' frowned in disgust.
These drivers!! the curse almost dropped from his mouth.
Girl was happy.No one else will board the bus and she will have a relaxed time with his newly bought cellphone.She kept talking all the while till she reached her desk in the office.
Usual shake of mouse and switching on of monitor, punching in the password.
Can you imagine, if the keyboards had eyes? Looking in trepidation those polished and yet extremely powerful, offensive and grown long nails coming down hard at it.
She punched in her password in benevolent movement as if she knew she would hurt the keyboard. From the map that her hands created on keyboard, it seemed it was a standardized, robust password.
Any idea what kind of passwords people keep??
Anything from idiotic *****('iloveyou') to ***** ('rahul' ), from lazy ***** ('12345') to tedious-to-type ************* ('samrudhi@123+')
Thank God , the password policy's had made people roll their fingers all over the keyboard in search for special characters.
Moreover, girl followed the way to the sofa , looked for the newspaper scattered across the table.
Not finding the The Pune times, migrated to the next table.Yeah, got it.
Browsing through, looking for the latest and nascent gossip,Not much, poor fate!!
Silent Vibrator tone in her bag brought her back to her cheerful best.
"Hi, h&%$#(...............", voice slowly mitigated to nano decibels.
And i wondered how the person across the call was deciphering the voice.
I think if it was he, he would be assuming what he wanted to hear and if it was she, she didn’t need to hear, she will speak too.
While a man usually gets mobile with mobile calls, girls look for a reclusive place to sit and talk. Read deal and Raw deal.
The girl chose the rarely used staircase to sit and talk.
After a little less than an hour , gathered herself and went to her assigned seat to look for the work she had to deal with.
Girls always know to deal. Deal during shopping, deal during work, deal during conversation.And inevitably, they get the best deal.
The task is not enough to keep her busy for 7 hrs.
Picked up the beetel receiver and dialled a number. Almost 11 digit- A mobile number, Pat me for my analytical bend of mind and bark at me to snoop on girls.
Another 25 minutes of whispering into phone, she hanged up and killed one task.
Come 2nd task. While stifling it to death, she got a call on her cell. She picked up and slowly walked through to the other staircase on her left.Another 25 minutes.
Came back and gave a final touch to the impending task.
Lunch time.
She went all the way on some call looking for a shade in the way.
Gesturing her food court company to continue moving, she haulted to deal with this call as well.
Lunch over with as little food as possible killing as much time as she can.
Enough to survive and deal.
Final task- and the final nail in the coffin.
She roared in herself" No task ever so daunting could steal my talktime"
No interruptions. She responded 2 more calls duration each around 20 minutes with few dialed ones duration aggregated to say 80 minutes but executed in installments.
Nokia Battery put to acid test. They must have employed a female employee for regression testing for the battery backup. And I am sure with no remuneration.
Timeup. 5.30: Pack up. The cell is already beeping in pain like a dog being hit with a stone on its leg.
And I doubt, if the same saga of telling and hearing tales would have stopped once the charger is present there eternally plugged in , ready to refuel the ion tanker.
I was left wondering :
What do they talk?
What is the topic? Is it only one topic or is it different every time or does it start with one and traverse every topic?
Where the information comes from?and where does that go??
Where the patience comes from?
Where the calls come from?
Will the topics and contents ever get decapitated?
Will they too have a day when they say” Ha yaar, ha .. haa.. sure will do that.. I am fine. Ok chal milte hai, cha Bye” (1-2 min call)?
If a day like this arrives, Will their food get digested or will they stop eating at all?
In sab sawalo ke jwab janne ke liye—padhte rehiye--
http://dheeraj-haveabreak.blogspot.com
Dheeraj
Labels: Holy war b/w Man and Woman, Humor |
posted by Dheeraj @ 3:10 AM   |
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