Wednesday, June 22, 2005
yeah - so i am committing the cardinal sin - blogging at WORK!!!
So anyway let me tell one and all about another brilliant adventure in the saga of the Dark Knight.. he, the one with more balls than Don Quixote charging a windmill and more testosterone than MJ wanking off his latest 13 yr old conquest..
You see my internship has been a drab dull affair - more like a boiled tasteless fishball than some hot spicy curry if you get my drift.. well, so this placid state of affairs was disturbed.. when a few days ago i spied this damn HOTT chick - good body.. well dressed.. nice face.. the works.. and and and.. she was a BIKER chick to boot.. ofcourse the degenerate mind starved of any biantai thoughts for more than a month.. worked overtime and came up with visions of asking the biker chick for a ride.. well, along those lines and a few other dark alleys these wicked thoughts proceeded..
A day or two of keen observation and brilliant deduction later (elementery Dear Watson) I came to know which dept. she was in.. and that she was an intern from somewhere as well.. (now, all that info-digging aint no mean feat in SCS - the premises are after all a big fucking factory and people are strewn all over). So anyway, saw her another couple of times and kept thinking how hot she was.. and was divided between a) plotting a way to lose my way in her dept. and ask her for directions.. b) walk upto her with a corny, horny original pickup line and sweep her off her shapely feet with my stunning wit.. c) put away such utterly juvenile thoughts from my ageing mind - these belonged to a 17 year old kid....
This state of turmoil was taking its toll on my work and i was spending even more time dozing off and msn-ing than normal (now how is that possible when i spend all my time here doing that anyway? i dont know - it felt like that)
And today holiest of holies.. i was in the pantry making my post lunch cup of Lipton yellow Label (now why yellow label? Is it black label in India/Africa and white label in angmoland?) i was dilly dallying and spending a lot more time than normally required for making a cup of tea.. i was also busy humming some counting crows and making up 1-2 of the words i did not know.. and wondering how to stay awake the entire long afternoon - thats 4.5 hours - aint easy i assure you suspicious folk.. and then i turned around and found myself staring at her.. she had crept in rather silently and just stood there waiting.. i turned around and she flashed me a dazzling smile.. and said hi...
My heart raced at the speed of an F1 car with bridgstone tyres (heard about the Indianapolis GP? all the michelin ones pulled out..) and if i could maybe i would have blushed (thank you melanin).. and my agile mind quickly raced through the options - a) make normal small talk - like - ah were you wating for the hot water.. sorry i took so long.. anyway, which dept. are you in - are you an intern? are you new here? b) recall those smartass pickup lines.. if all else dont come to mind.. just throw the whats-a-hot-chick-doing-in-a-place-like-you routine..
I quickly thought of all these options.. as i walked away.. yeah, thats what i did.. i smiled at her and literally fled the damn place.. brave and gallant and utterly romantic i know.. this is worse than a 17 yr old.. this is testicle-less nerdy 13 year old behaviour.. GODDAMMIT!!!!! aaarggghhhhhhhhh
So anyway let me tell one and all about another brilliant adventure in the saga of the Dark Knight.. he, the one with more balls than Don Quixote charging a windmill and more testosterone than MJ wanking off his latest 13 yr old conquest..
You see my internship has been a drab dull affair - more like a boiled tasteless fishball than some hot spicy curry if you get my drift.. well, so this placid state of affairs was disturbed.. when a few days ago i spied this damn HOTT chick - good body.. well dressed.. nice face.. the works.. and and and.. she was a BIKER chick to boot.. ofcourse the degenerate mind starved of any biantai thoughts for more than a month.. worked overtime and came up with visions of asking the biker chick for a ride.. well, along those lines and a few other dark alleys these wicked thoughts proceeded..
A day or two of keen observation and brilliant deduction later (elementery Dear Watson) I came to know which dept. she was in.. and that she was an intern from somewhere as well.. (now, all that info-digging aint no mean feat in SCS - the premises are after all a big fucking factory and people are strewn all over). So anyway, saw her another couple of times and kept thinking how hot she was.. and was divided between a) plotting a way to lose my way in her dept. and ask her for directions.. b) walk upto her with a corny, horny original pickup line and sweep her off her shapely feet with my stunning wit.. c) put away such utterly juvenile thoughts from my ageing mind - these belonged to a 17 year old kid....
This state of turmoil was taking its toll on my work and i was spending even more time dozing off and msn-ing than normal (now how is that possible when i spend all my time here doing that anyway? i dont know - it felt like that)
And today holiest of holies.. i was in the pantry making my post lunch cup of Lipton yellow Label (now why yellow label? Is it black label in India/Africa and white label in angmoland?) i was dilly dallying and spending a lot more time than normally required for making a cup of tea.. i was also busy humming some counting crows and making up 1-2 of the words i did not know.. and wondering how to stay awake the entire long afternoon - thats 4.5 hours - aint easy i assure you suspicious folk.. and then i turned around and found myself staring at her.. she had crept in rather silently and just stood there waiting.. i turned around and she flashed me a dazzling smile.. and said hi...
My heart raced at the speed of an F1 car with bridgstone tyres (heard about the Indianapolis GP? all the michelin ones pulled out..) and if i could maybe i would have blushed (thank you melanin).. and my agile mind quickly raced through the options - a) make normal small talk - like - ah were you wating for the hot water.. sorry i took so long.. anyway, which dept. are you in - are you an intern? are you new here? b) recall those smartass pickup lines.. if all else dont come to mind.. just throw the whats-a-hot-chick-doing-in-a-place-like-you routine..
I quickly thought of all these options.. as i walked away.. yeah, thats what i did.. i smiled at her and literally fled the damn place.. brave and gallant and utterly romantic i know.. this is worse than a 17 yr old.. this is testicle-less nerdy 13 year old behaviour.. GODDAMMIT!!!!! aaarggghhhhhhhhh
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