Tales from the Crypt I - The Boss

It is an event as rare as the blue moon

I fear to talk about it lest I jinx it so soon
Ah! for days on end I have waited for this
The boss is on a leave, & life is suddenly a bliss...

For hours today, I have played the part of a judge
Hearing the case of butt Vs chair cushion, the day is spent as such
After hearing carefully, the opinions of the warring sides (i.e. the butt & the cushion)
I conclude that it is best that the two unite...

But the boss, alas, he always chooses to differ
He believes that the two should be kept away from each other
Hence, I have been reduced to, in the last few days
To the status of a nomad, wandering from place to place...

The boss loves to drop in every now and then
To remind us that that there have been better men
who've dazzled him with their work and devotion
And that my intelligence is just a false notion...

And then there are the dreaded reviews
And my responses to his questions always end up melting his fuse
He is torn apart whether to laugh or to cry
I am sure, he'll put all this in the appraisal on the sly...

He wonders aloud how the future will be
When nincompoops like me start running companies
Ultimately, he gives up and says
Get lost and don't show me your face...

My North Indian Dosas!

Its been a total of  15 days South of the Vindhyas in Bengalooru and already I am missing the life up North... Apparently, everything that is done in the North is a subject of ridicule in the South... Take for instance, the diet!.... Apparently, South Indians are befuddled at the way we eat our daal and rotis... They are at a complete loss to understand how can the North Indians eat the same daal and roti 24*7*365... Its like some weird reversal of the jokes that do the rounds in the North... You know... Like the way they eat chawal with rassam... you know... with the slurps and the rassam dripping on to the arms and stuff... Another joke would be the Tamil translation for Spoon... I believe one research that has been going on for 36 years has yet to yield a result....


For, In the South, They pride themselves on their Sambhars ( I have been told there are some 20 varieties of it) and Rassams... and Dosas.... And these Dosas are not the counterfeit North Indian Dosas... You know... Like Paneer Dosa (Which is delicious).... and Mysore Dosa (Which apparently is a fake).... and millions of other Dosas that endear us in the North to the Southern Gastronomy....

With 15 days of Dosas and Idlis and Sambhars behind me... All I wanna say is that I like the South as it is in the North... You know... with the fakes and the counterfeits... and Dosas prepared in Punjabi style....

Long live the great divide...