But what to do. The only loo they have. Happy World Toilet Day!

And you enter the loo. And it is small. And the light is dim. Most of the flow finds it way into the hole in the ground, rather than the porcelain cavity.

Mumbai in the afternoon

Photos from within an auto rickshaw this afternoon:

the Auto-rickshaw bugger

He looked all of 16. He said that indeed, he had a driving license. I doubt it. A son of the soil. I enquired about his where abouts.

“Kanjurmarg. I’m from Kanjurmarg.”

Construction workers on the go

I should make it a habit. I must carry my SLR/DSLR camera everywhere I go. Sunday, last, I was on my way to meet Seamus close to Fight Club. On the way, at a traffic light, I made this photo using the 1.3 megapixel camera that is embedded into my cellular device. For some reason, it didn’t turn out full size. Nevertheless, check these dudes out:

The cause of Michael Jackson’s death unearthed

“But he kicked me. And I फेल down.”

“NO KISSING”

It’d been raining. Since morning. I was traveling, from some fifteen kilometers to home. Along the way, whilst clogged in traffic, I found this auto rickshaw, just up ahead, a strong, but pethetic message, it spelt: NO KISSING.

FIN

Nelson doesn’t love us.

Nelson is Goan, almost retiring, a couple of years, perhaps.

“We, in our time, were very loyal to our workplace, our company. We’d stick. We’d learn. We’d perform. We’d be sincere to our company. Today’s young generation, they have no sense of loyalty, they jump from one company to the other for five hundred, one thousand rupees more.”

Nelson is a highly qualified hardware engineer. He’s spent almost all his life in this one company, that manufacture audio hardware. He’s got a good ear, and taste in music.

“I stopped taking interviews. I am fed up. Sagar now does the interviews. I cannot stand the youth of today, they’re a bunch of shit. One day, someone came for an interview and asks me – which company is this?
Can you believe it? I asked him – you’ve applied, you’ve come for an interview – and you don’t know which company you’ve come to for an interview?
And he replied no – I don’t have access to the internet – my brother has Internet at work – he applied to several places for me – now how do I know where all he’d applied!
Can you believe that?”

Nelson is full of stories.

“I asked him, what are your expectations?
- twelve thousand!
I meant to ask – what were his expectations of the company, his work but straight away! A fresher! Twelve thousand they want! Any sense!
I gave him a written test – bugger doesn’t know how many centimeters make an inch! He phoned a friend and asked him to check it on a foot ruler! Any sense? What is a decibel, we asked – he wrote a whole theory and equations – took an extra sheet of paper! We only expected him to write – a unit of sound!”

THIS WAS A VERY INTERESTING CONVERSATION. BUT I’M TOO BORED TO CONTINUE. I GUESS I’M DONE WITH BLOGS AND BLOGGONG. PERHAPS NOT, BUT NO MORE STORIES FOR YOU.

Have you seen this man? Sure you have!

Beachboy Peedrooo, of Portuguese descent. You have seen him, for sure, seen him in sunny Goa. Welcome to the Peedrooo Appreciation Forum. If you have photos or videos of Peedrooo, please post the link as comments, and a bit about your interactions with, this evergreen fisherman. He’d said to me:

I am known far and wide, in the land of the King, as Pedro from Goa. I am always here, this, is where you’ll find me, for I have called you. You want to see dolphin? Dolphin?

A couple of my links, of the past:

http://shaaaks.wordpress.com/2009/01/06/my-friend-peedrooo-from-goa/

and

http://shaaaks.wordpress.com/2009/01/13/formula-goa/

Not only, but also

Master Jatashankar taught the boys Hindi, in school. Master Jatashankar spoke bad English, to say the least, and often cracked indecent jokes about Lilly, the sexy English teacher, who’d wear her skirts to school, exposing knee to ankle. Jatashankar’d be rude to his students at times, all dialogues in Hindi:

“Yes, second row, second last bench, if you want to laugh, laugh at home, in front of your lowlife mother, and lowlife father, and not in my class.”

Dilemma

I am in a dilemma.

About the people I blog about, and their character sketches.

You see, I’ve introduced some of them, formally, with brief introductions on the Who? page. But times, they are a’changing, for the loser now, will be later to win.

Seamus quit his job. He’d said, remember, that he’d rather sit at home, and write children’s books. Well, he is sitting at home alright.
Ronald has risen, to the post of a manager, in Pondicherry, instead of checking himself into therapy, back home in Bombay.
Aniyan Kutty is old, in his seventies. Does he die? Or does he just live forever giving his narrow minded and communal balltalks?
Gus, Christopher, Duncan and Kenneth have been static, pretty much. Even Benjaman, for that matter. Soon, in say, five years, all of’em’ll be married, perhaps. So then, do I update their status, or leave them as blog bachelors, forever? Unlike Ross.
Chintan, Vinay, Ashwin, and I’d been classmates/batchmates in the same educational institutions for the first fifteen year of our lives, seventeen actually, if you include kindergarten. Even Roger.
Anil, Suraj’d been with me in school, and, Bevan, Rohit at University. Most of’em married, others busy in their own way, we hardly hang out, a dozen times a year, perhaps. Not the pranksters we’d once been, I doubt if our future interactions’ll be blog worthy.

So do their biographies, on the Who? page, update, in accordance to the lives’of these people? Or should time freeze? Archie hasn’t grown in a long time, has he? And Betty’s bosoms are still firm. Hmm.

Let me think about it.