Learning to co-exist with other species.

Haleema 409, I carry plenty of memories from this place. I have cherished 2 years of my life in this flat. From the day Jason, I and Akshay (Hegde) came to this place to the day the last one of us left the flat (and the company that provided the flat) we witnessed a torrent of crazy events. Unni who would conveniently wet his neighbor’s bed, Vivek the sap who was a SAP expert, Hyderabadi accountant,… all played a cameo at Halima 409. But this is not the co-existence I am referring to this time around.

While the three of us were steadily rooted in this flat there were passers-by like the ones I have mentioned above. We were soon joined by 3 musketeers from NIFTY (National Institute of Foundry Technology). With them, they brought a music system, crockery, an embargo on office related conversations, and among other things, a lot of joy and gaiety.**

Within a month face of this flat changed. We cooked every day, partied every weekend and seldom cleared trash (perhaps because we never had something that could be called trash). Unwittingly, we were brewing recipe for a new ecology, an ecology that could support and sustain perfectly hygienic cockroaches. They were hygienic because they never had to visit sinks, toilets and other usual habitation that their species is used to. There was food everywhere, and beneath the floor-carpet there was plenty of space and darkness for the cockroaches to thrive. Satisfying the necessary condition needed for co-existence, we never killed cockroaches (until then, Nishanth’s death balls rolled only later). (Sorry Nishanth, if you should ever read this, I still don’t have a count of “h”s in your name)

One fine Saturday evening, having returned from the factory I was looking for water. I found plenty of bottles, some half filled bottles with red or orange aerated drinks, some empty and there was also one with some chips in it! And Finlay, to my respite there was a green bottle with clear, colorless liquid in it. I did not have to bother with the lid because there was none. I hurriedly gulped it.

There were multiple surprises waiting for me. One, this was not water, this was Sprite, with the lid open, now for almost 24 hrs, all the carbon dioxide in it had escaped and it tasted YUK. Two, there was a tingling sensation in my throat; I had just swallowed a live cockroach! (Or so I thought). Just then, knock goes the door, in comes a friend and finds me gargling thin air. I just told him that I had an irritation in my throat.I did not tell him that I might have swallowed a live cockroach to save the embarrassment. I felt a sneeze coming through as I was speaking to this friend. I covered my mouth and .."Achoo" the cockroach shoots right out of my left nostril and lands right next to my friend. We were all dumbstruck in bewilderment, my friend, I and the cockroach. I have no clue what the cockroach had seen in there but it was motionless for almost 30 secs. My friends jaws dropped and i just had it confirmed that it was a cockroach that I swallowed earlier.

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“gaiety” does not connote any sexual preference here. The word is just tabooed with homosexuality hitting the news so often “gaiety” deserves to be used and understood in the right context

Control Zee

This incident goes to show how much we are used to using Windows. Without getting it to details of merits and demerits of using this product let me tell you what happend..

It was a late September evening, night rather, and the clock was close to ticking 11:30. At this hour I find myself in my office working on .....something I don't remember. The shop floor was noisy as usual but our cabin was relatively silent with just chairs and no sterns on it. A huge pile of files lay beside me and I was pinned on to my excel sheet hoping to blow the management's brains out with some fancy graphs.

As I got closer to finishing my work, my stretch instincts struck me. Result; the huge file pile was no longer on my desk, It was on the floor. Since these files were overloaded like an Indian truck, with more paper than they were designed to hold, every thing from daily production report to ISO documents were now scattered on my office floor.

And then......the next wave of instincts stuck me. I hit "Crtl + Z" on my key board and I was expecting the files to come back on my desk. (For those who do not know, Windows has an "un do" feature which reverts your last action; activated by "Crtl + Z"). I must have tried this three times, or so, wondering if the previous attempts failed because of a keyboard malfunction. It took me a couple of more seconds to realize that There is no "Crtl + Z" in real life.