This stuff is...

Been a while since I blogged….

As I pick up the Ergo [free local newspaper targeting the IT Industry] today morning I bumped into this article about the Indiblogger meet in Chennai. Oops !!!! I thought I could register later…...but at last I missed it...:( Then it clicked me…..when did I last blog?? what happened to my 3-4 blog per month count???

Aaahhh...It is never late I can still write one and change the date and upload, so that it looks neat and clean Jan 3,Feb 3, Mar 3, Apr 3, May 3.

Coooolllll!!!!
So what should I now blog about? Something nice? Or Something weird? Or Mix of both? Well, lemme figure it out at the end.

Some New rules were set at work-

• No more listening to music while work hours, so total ban to speakers and headphones. People had that WTF reaction on their face, which was neatly camouflaged with that “Oh that’s ok”, the simplest reaction they could ever give as it was declared by our head…
  
• It is “better” to “minimize” chatting. …[Thank God it is not “should” and “stop” but just “better” and “minimize”…hehe….be positive guys!!!!]. We laid emphasis on those unstressed words, but it was followed by a shock.

“I got even the logs of chat, orkut and other social networking websites, which was not really pleasing” [Again I thanked God… they didn’t mention Blogging]

Gosh why do they have to do that???????

“So until something is very important/necessary/urgent [good he mentioned all those words] please guys be in control”

We were predicting the other rules they might include in the future

1.Don’t drink/eat [even water or snacks] at your desk unless it is very important [you got hiccups], necessary[you couldn’t breathe] or urgent[ you might die].

2. Don’t talk to your colleagues unless it is work related. Sometimes you might say a ‘Hi’ or ‘How are you?” or “Good morning... so and so” since you might forget their names!!!

3.Don’t take leave at all. Though you have that 10+12 days quota every year. I’ll be more pleased to see you work 365 days or 366 if it is a leap!!!!!

Oops again a blog about my work…mmm fine…next time let me not irk people with the same stuff…;) And yaaa I figured it out…. This stuff is pretty weird of course.

The Black Driver

Venue: Nairobi, Africa

Date: 5-6 yrs back [approx.]

Characters:

• My Aunt-Tara,
• My cousins-Gowri and Malar, [Thanks for sharing this with me]
• Tara’s family friend-Let me name her ‘X’ [who by then had recently shifted to Nairobi with her husband and whose native is Madurai, a town in Tamilnadu.]

The Story:

I think people from India…if not whole India, at least from South India mention the car boot as ‘dikki’. In fact I was doing the same till I heard this story from my cousins!!!!!

X’s family and my aunt’s family planned for an outing. They decided to take both their cars with their African drivers. When they packed everything for their trip, X was bringing it out to place all that in the car. Gowri, Malar and Tara were following her.

X called for the driver and before she placed them in the car she said..…
“Open the dikki…….”

Totally shocked and out of words…the driver stares at her…She again goes…
“Open the dikki…….”

This time the driver was really furious….

Gowri and Malar who were watching this couldn’t help and were laughing out aloud and ran to Tara. When Tara came out she heard X saying it again for the 3rd time…or for the nth time...

!!!???@@@@@@@@##!!!!!!!!!

Tara had to rush or else she would have seen X being killed by the Driver!!!

Confused? Or Clear?

Read further….

The word ‘dikki’ means a guy’s reproductive part [I tried my level best to make it sound decent]
Now can you imagine the bewildered look on the poor driver’s face?

Moral of the Story:

Better you learn the local language [even local English] before you speak, when you are out of your Country.

...continues

I can say this is a sequel of my previous blog. I wanted to mention about it in my previous blog itself, but was worried whether it would bother my friend who shared her experience with me….But surprisingly when I told her about my ‘Appraisal Fever’ blog she insisted me to write about her experience too…:)

Boss: I am appreciate your performance from last appraisal.
[Don’t get confused this is how his English is-just an sample I can’t continue in the same filthy English coz I’m afraid whether I’ll lose my vocabulary]

My Friend: Ok

Boss: Why have you rated ‘B’ for certain tasks?

MF: I was not assigned any such tasks so I thought it is not fair to rate myself ‘A’.

Boss: Since you were working on a more important task and it is my mistake to have not assigned you those tasks I give you ‘A’.

MF: Ok

Boss: Do you need a promotion?

MF: Will any one deny?

Boss: But I think you don’t deserve one.

MF: Ok

Boss: blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah………………….

MF: Whatever….OK

So by this time you’ll think this is all over……but No

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Episode 2: After a Couple of days……

When both MF and her boss are in a meeting with some one else, who has a very good opinion about MF.

Boss: I think you could have performed better.

MF:???????

Boss: You had so many opportunities to prove yourself but you didn’t utilize it…

MF: ………………………………?????????!!!!!!!!!!!------------