Thanks & Best Wishes

I hate office farewell ceremonies. It’s mandatory when an employee is leaving under good circumstances and is pretty much liked. It’s normally awkward to stand while people take their turn at saying a small speech about the person who is leaving. There are the attempts at humour, the listing of the person’s achievements and credits during his / her time at the company. There are a few tears and lumps in throats and some hugs.

Well we had all this happening at the office today as my friend & colleague finished her leaving formalities and was headed for a new job, a new industry in another city. She is a huge loss for the company and they will surely not be able to replace her. We gave her a saree as a gift and she promised to wear it on her first day at her new job. She cried, another one cried, one teared up but held it back and another almost cried. What about me?

I had to get the dust outta my eyes. Excuse me!

Hair, Heat & No Rain

It’s late November and it’s hot! It’s hot & sticky and cloudy but there’s no rain. Not even one fucking drop of sweet rain. The nights are hot & muggy and my sheets stick to my thighs while I try to sleep. I can’t leave the windows open at night as the mosquitoes will start attacking. That’s what happened two nights ago and left me wide awake and unable to get back to sleep at 3:20 am!

I feel so thirsty for a drink of water all the time. Sweaty and hot and then the mosquitoes! What the fuck! And that is not all! As Russell Peters says it, Indians got the worst deal ever. Not only do we live in the hottest place (although the Africans will disagree, I think the second part makes it worse for us) and to make matters worse, we are covered with hair! All over the body. Why the fuck is it so?  Now I am not a very hairy dude, lighter than most people but not light enough for my taste.

I feel like having my entire body waxed, especially my legs. I want all the hair on my body from the neck down to fall off me right now. I hate body hair.