Everything I have got here is the best possible under the circumstances but the thought of bunking on Friday and running away to home on Thursday is never far from my mind. I salute those people who go to diff countries/cities and make them their own. I guess I’ll always be a mamma’s boy.
If you board the last bogey of blue line of metro from Uttamnagar west and gradually work your way up towards the first bogey, by the time you reach CP you would have seen more meteriorites in a single metro train then in the whole of Chandigarh.
jab mein subah nikalta hun, to pooja kar re hote hain, jab shaam ko aata hun, to pooja kar re hote hain, saara din trayambakam yajamahe chalta rehta hai jisse sir pak chuka hai...in the first week I have lead a life in a metro blander than I could have imagined in chd.
It’s been years since PEC has seen a girl in mech, but in Delhi there is a girls college which has mechanical stream. Imagine an all girls mechanical...
P.S. 3 of them may join tomorrow
The work culture of metro is a direct reflection of the personality of the MD. Notes are generated within an hour of a meeting happening, faxes e-mail are sent to site for action and by day-end action taken reports are filed in. Officers' who arrive late prefer to take a holiday rather than report late. Officially it's a five day week, but it is routine to come on Saturdays’. However it is hard to take the babu culture completely out of India. MD carries out a site inspection on a Saturday. A note regarding the inspection is generated a day before. I guess nobody bothers to sleep on day Friday & they say more work gets done on that day than in a week. And then the piece-de-resistance: metro bhawan has an excellent library. We spent a lot of time over there but today the library has been shut down for a week because the librarian had to go on LTC.!!!
As I write this she is getting off at karol bagh disappearing down the stairs of this elevated corridor. I was standing next to her for about 15 minutes during which she was talking to her paramour. I could not help but just keep looking at her. I was witness to her full range of expressions. There was a winky smile, light laughter, mock anger, a slight frown but largely her face showed a happiness which comes naturally when talking to someone. I don't remember being so enamored by someone just like that. Wanted to take her pic but that would have been a rude invasion of her privacy. Hope we catch the same trains tomorrow.
The girl along with us in the training turned out to be granddaughter of PWD minister. Had I known this before I would have saw her in a completely different light. She even had lips similar to a girl I know.
There is a girl in the office was once wearing very tight jeans to office one day. Unfortnately, she was standing on the eighth floor and the MD passed by. In the next meeting of PHOD's the MD remarked that the dress code should be formal only and since then nobody dared to wear casuals to office. And I still haven’t bought a comb. I come to office without combing or shaving. Will just avoid going on the 8th.
The organization here is amazingly hierarchical. Higher the office, higher the floor. MD & Director's are on top floor and then there are Executive Director's spread over 7th floor. You are assigned to an exec Director who assigns you to Dy. CEE who then assigns you to AEE who ultimately assigns you to a JE. And amazingly all of them sit just next to each other.
Wanted to go to London and see Piccadilly Circus. Instead saw picca-DELHI circus...
