Long ago when I was busy with my job, designing super passages and under tunnels, leading a carefree life, my family had to travel. I excused myself from the trip and stayed back alone at home. I didn’t want to miss out on the fun at my office.
Being in ‘the’ design team in our office was a heaven. It was like being in a girls gang. 6 of us, under the guidance of the most cool headed team leader, our AGM. Those were the days. Since we had the most technical knowledge, due to our area of work, there was always someone who needed our help! We were always busy and had most fun during breaks, being in the same age bracket also helped! We even celebrated each others birthdays with much fan fare, cake cuttings and gift givings. It was the golden period in the technical division.
It is rare to find such camaraderie in civil engineering companies, because, we either have above 65 year old consulting employes or 20 something employees, fresh out of engineering colleges. That is because civil engineering needs experienced people to guide the young blood and thanks to software boom, most people avoid civil, it being a job which also includes site visits. (Personally, I love visiting the construction sites and looking at our designs in their magnitude.)
Anyway, it all comes down to me staying alone at home for 2 days and 2 nights! Thankfully, I spent the days in office, doing the work I love in the company of the team that I admired, so that’s that. But once I returned home, I was all alone, like Kevin McCallister, except there was no imminent danger of rogues and thieves entering the flat, then!
While I planned on watching my favourite TV shows and eating my dinner in a jiffy, the tough part was sleeping alone in the flat!
As soon as Mrs.G saw that I had parked my Mahindra Flyte in the cellar, she gave me probably 5 minutes to fresh up and knocked my door.
She meant well….
Mrs.G asked me if I wanted to eat something. She even asked me what I had in mind. I gave her a vague answer, as I really had no idea what I wanted to make for dinner. I didn’t intend to inconvenience her.
I wanted to eat samosa cutlet chaat, pani puri and even a pizza. But I refrained from telling her all that. I don’t remember what I cooked for myself, but Mrs.G returned to give me a bowl of freshly made potato fry and won my heart and stomach too!
That hit the spot. I slept well, thanks to a full stomach.
Even the clothes hanging from the peg, which made a ghostly shape didn’t scare me, one bit!
Even the rhythmic sound of anklets and whispers around me, could hardly stop my droopy eyes from closing!
“Good night, to you too” , I whispered in response!
P.S:
1. Who doesn’t like a bowl of potato fry!
2. Although I don’t celebrate Christmas, December 25th is not complete without watching the handsome and naughty Kevin McCallister being left home, alone! White Christmas is a dream…
3. Chandler Bing is one of my favourite characters, which inspired the dialogue in my third cartoon.
Till the next post, cheerio!
