day two!!!

kaam dhanda accha tha aaj... met my new boss. dude,looks cool. talks well. i hope i don't screw up with himTOO...

i reached @ 10:30am to be the first person present. yeh kaisa office hai???
office boy bola...."boss, aap naye hain naa.... tabhi itni jaldi aate hai. thode time mein sab theek ho jayega."
what he technically ment was..."dude, don't you understand the meaning of flexi-timings???"

awrite mahnnn... i'll take care of this shit.
there's this another small office of some sirf technologies. i remembered a friend working there. called peebee to find his number. and there was, aditya kumat jha. waiting for me. quiet a dude. i told myself... "thank God, ab lunch karne ke liye koi apni wavelength ka mila."
i hadn't stopped pondering when he told me that he was leaving for the states in a days time.
:)
ab kaa kahein bhaiyya...... sassur hamaar kismet hi phoota hai...
koi nahi.. liphe still goze aun.

chandan and sunny were @ sector 18. couldn't miss the big boys.... they were at some uncle joe's or some shit i don't recall. fukkin shady eating place. shitty pizzas and pukey salads.
theUS return dude relly like to take the tabs these days. the first thing he does is, divides the total by 45 (1usd approx)... and then..."hey guys, yaar food is really cheap in your country!!! "

'your country????'
dude, get a life... you have surely not forgotten shittin' on indian pots just a couple of years back inthe hostel when you were staying in shared rooms. a cooler was a bliss. whenever a waiter at a sidey eating joint used to ask.."sir, plain water / mineral water" you werethe first one to give him the dirty look to make him realize that a liter of water isin't worth INR 12 only.
sukker.... s.o.b
"yaar india mein roadz mein gaddhey bot hai."
yah dude... tere dimaag mein bhi bot gaddhey hai.... #asshole#

anyways.
lunch was over and so was work. i got back to read a couple of project related documents. would be working for telstra@australia. who knowz (for how long)???

finally my old xansa buddy called.... so i droveback home with him. did see my old cabmates. wanted to hug them all, but i am not the types who let's off his emotional trigger so soon.
onour way back we decided to hog on tikkiz and golgappaz. eternity!!!
i need a partner for all this. i just can't stand with all the women in their territory. i feel left out plus it hurts my jatt instincts.
call me an MCP but after that promise me to respect my honesty :)
my friend from pakistan has been supporting me very dearly through my lean patch... i thank her for it. i don't get out of these phases just to forget the people who pulled me out. i write their names in a secret payback register. i open it only when friendz ask me for an eye!!!

allah hafiz