So there was the 10th year anniversary bash of the office at a fancy little place near Hyatt. People came dressed in their best clothes, women wore their jewellery and all that. Some of the old timers were also there and the boss did something inexplicable with his hair which i believe is called hair weaving or something with silicon implants. I thought silicon implants were limited to women. One has to admire his zest for life though.
I chose to wear a dhoti and kurta. It seems that the border of the dhoti and my kurta colur were the same (i had no clue ...guess when other important things like the dhoti not coming off in front of 60 odd colleagues are going through your mind, things like the colour of the border of your dhoti doesn't seem important). I think i may have spent more time choosing the colour of my boxers than the dhoti... thinking "what if?". Anyways so there i was - "decked up" and i entered and headed straight for the bar as any normal individual would do after a day full of deadlines. BTW, shark tooth sucks....I still run on heavy heavy "fuel"
I didn't notice the fact that people were looking at me with their mouths open as i am known in the office to wear a jeans and tshirt come what may. So whether it was in admiration or surprise or the fact that i may have looked like a clown...i don't know and frankly don't care.
So most of them then come to me and ask "Why are you looking so sad" .. I went ... hmmmmm...don't know..tough day at work. I actually wanted to say -"this is the way i am you piece of dog s poo. I am a very intense and serious kind of guy, doesn't make me any different from you. I just don't like to announce myself at a party and would rather find a corner and sip my drink. You want to join ...welcome"
So the message guys is that " Mein jaisa hoon mein waisa hi hoon" ....
I chose to wear a dhoti and kurta. It seems that the border of the dhoti and my kurta colur were the same (i had no clue ...guess when other important things like the dhoti not coming off in front of 60 odd colleagues are going through your mind, things like the colour of the border of your dhoti doesn't seem important). I think i may have spent more time choosing the colour of my boxers than the dhoti... thinking "what if?". Anyways so there i was - "decked up" and i entered and headed straight for the bar as any normal individual would do after a day full of deadlines. BTW, shark tooth sucks....I still run on heavy heavy "fuel"
I didn't notice the fact that people were looking at me with their mouths open as i am known in the office to wear a jeans and tshirt come what may. So whether it was in admiration or surprise or the fact that i may have looked like a clown...i don't know and frankly don't care.
So most of them then come to me and ask "Why are you looking so sad" .. I went ... hmmmmm...don't know..tough day at work. I actually wanted to say -"this is the way i am you piece of dog s poo. I am a very intense and serious kind of guy, doesn't make me any different from you. I just don't like to announce myself at a party and would rather find a corner and sip my drink. You want to join ...welcome"
So the message guys is that " Mein jaisa hoon mein waisa hi hoon" ....
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