bataas in hong kong - part 1
now i had initially thought i would write a travelouge with a description of my journey from guwahati to hong kong.
dont worry, i dropped the idea :o)
this is more of snippets of what is happening, wat happened over the last few days etc etc
snippet 1: trip from delhi to hong kong.
was aboard thai airways (air hostesses wear saris...shit man :o( )
neway, someone had told me they serve drinks. and drinks they serve. got myself a whisky. smootest one i have ever had.
someone also told me they serve unlimited drinks. if i find that someone, i will kill him :o)
kept waiting for the unlimited drinks. they never came :o(
now i will drop the snippet funda.
now i am working in an i bank, rather interning in an i bank (not saying working coz i still am not sure if this is the place or rather this is the profession i want to be in the long term).
first issue here is suits everyday. now many of u havent seen me, and many of u havent seen me since a long time. but i am thickening at an alarming rate. so more mass needs more space and volume. and clothes can hold a fixed volume (in a way its scientific). hence they tighten up :o) I have this one suit which fits me well, but is kinda tight (see paradox :o)) so whenever i wear it, i feel real formal, but my ass sweats like hell. and since i have 3 suits, i have to rotate them and wear. so two days of the week, my ass is wet with sweat :o(
next issue. they need security access for everything here. even the rest room. and my access card behaves pretty irrationally. so there have been times, when i have had to wait for someone to go in, or come out (thank god never in the case of emergencies :o))
also the pantry. the pantry never opens with my security access (how did they know it was me :o)) but anyway, the only thing they store is juices and coke etc. now i know many of u will be saying, saala itna milta hai phir bhi complain kar raha hai. bhaiyon aur deviyon, jab bhookh lagti hai office mein roz 12+ hours baith ke, tab juice kaam nahi aata
neway, here (in hong kong) the prices of almost everything are very high. bread, one packet, 60 rs :o) i wont delve into that subject
coming to food, the diet here has made my gastrointestinal muscles go on a strike.
coming to work, over the last 4-5 days, i have been practically jobless, and still spending 12+ hours in office. dont ask why, its something u will have to call me to ask me. (u can also shoot an email and i might decide to reply....see see....i am showing my so called busy ness :o))
so wat does a person like me who has been infamous for sleeping right from high school through college through office to even in IIMA classes right under the noses of profs do. FALL ASLEEP.
and that too i sit right in the middle of an MD, an ED and a AVP. lekin bhai, jab need aati hai to hierarchy gaya g....... ,..... sorry, control obscene language anurag................ok......here i go again.......lekin bhai...jab neend aati hai, tab hierarchy gaya tel bechne (haan ab theek hai)
and before i sign off, a description of my room in one word....rathole. if anyone asks me for one reason why i dont like hong kong and miss india so much, its because of the freedom to move.
oh, how can i sign off, without talking bout the "people" here :o)
the "people" .... ok forget the euphemisms, the girls are so so so cute (i am from assam and i proudly say i love small eyes and flat noses :o)). and of course, much more "open" on their views on clothes.
lekin hum thehre desi babu (not desi baba :o)...ok bad pj). hume to apna desh aur apne desh ke log hi bhaate hai
n that is not the only reason though i must accept.
if i am caught ogling at a girl, u never know how many bruce lees and brandon lees would come flying from how many directions....in logo ka kuch bol nahi sakte.....khatarnaak hote hai
now i really have to sign off. oh, for my friends from iima
dost log, tumko lagta hai morning 9 o clock is early. i bloody have to attend a conf call everyday at 8:30 sharp. and for that i have to leave room at 8. and for that i have to wake up at least at the earliest at 7:30 (suit pehan na padta hai, sutta maarna padta hai etc etc etc)
lots more to write. dont mind, next time :o)
dont worry, i dropped the idea :o)
this is more of snippets of what is happening, wat happened over the last few days etc etc
snippet 1: trip from delhi to hong kong.
was aboard thai airways (air hostesses wear saris...shit man :o( )
neway, someone had told me they serve drinks. and drinks they serve. got myself a whisky. smootest one i have ever had.
someone also told me they serve unlimited drinks. if i find that someone, i will kill him :o)
kept waiting for the unlimited drinks. they never came :o(
now i will drop the snippet funda.
now i am working in an i bank, rather interning in an i bank (not saying working coz i still am not sure if this is the place or rather this is the profession i want to be in the long term).
first issue here is suits everyday. now many of u havent seen me, and many of u havent seen me since a long time. but i am thickening at an alarming rate. so more mass needs more space and volume. and clothes can hold a fixed volume (in a way its scientific). hence they tighten up :o) I have this one suit which fits me well, but is kinda tight (see paradox :o)) so whenever i wear it, i feel real formal, but my ass sweats like hell. and since i have 3 suits, i have to rotate them and wear. so two days of the week, my ass is wet with sweat :o(
next issue. they need security access for everything here. even the rest room. and my access card behaves pretty irrationally. so there have been times, when i have had to wait for someone to go in, or come out (thank god never in the case of emergencies :o))
also the pantry. the pantry never opens with my security access (how did they know it was me :o)) but anyway, the only thing they store is juices and coke etc. now i know many of u will be saying, saala itna milta hai phir bhi complain kar raha hai. bhaiyon aur deviyon, jab bhookh lagti hai office mein roz 12+ hours baith ke, tab juice kaam nahi aata
neway, here (in hong kong) the prices of almost everything are very high. bread, one packet, 60 rs :o) i wont delve into that subject
coming to food, the diet here has made my gastrointestinal muscles go on a strike.
coming to work, over the last 4-5 days, i have been practically jobless, and still spending 12+ hours in office. dont ask why, its something u will have to call me to ask me. (u can also shoot an email and i might decide to reply....see see....i am showing my so called busy ness :o))
so wat does a person like me who has been infamous for sleeping right from high school through college through office to even in IIMA classes right under the noses of profs do. FALL ASLEEP.
and that too i sit right in the middle of an MD, an ED and a AVP. lekin bhai, jab need aati hai to hierarchy gaya g....... ,..... sorry, control obscene language anurag................ok......here i go again.......lekin bhai...jab neend aati hai, tab hierarchy gaya tel bechne (haan ab theek hai)
and before i sign off, a description of my room in one word....rathole. if anyone asks me for one reason why i dont like hong kong and miss india so much, its because of the freedom to move.
oh, how can i sign off, without talking bout the "people" here :o)
the "people" .... ok forget the euphemisms, the girls are so so so cute (i am from assam and i proudly say i love small eyes and flat noses :o)). and of course, much more "open" on their views on clothes.
lekin hum thehre desi babu (not desi baba :o)...ok bad pj). hume to apna desh aur apne desh ke log hi bhaate hai
n that is not the only reason though i must accept.
if i am caught ogling at a girl, u never know how many bruce lees and brandon lees would come flying from how many directions....in logo ka kuch bol nahi sakte.....khatarnaak hote hai
now i really have to sign off. oh, for my friends from iima
dost log, tumko lagta hai morning 9 o clock is early. i bloody have to attend a conf call everyday at 8:30 sharp. and for that i have to leave room at 8. and for that i have to wake up at least at the earliest at 7:30 (suit pehan na padta hai, sutta maarna padta hai etc etc etc)
lots more to write. dont mind, next time :o)
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10 Comments:
Kya bataas tumahre liye agar itna jaldi hain to raat ko mat soya karo. Waise bhi ullu ki tarah 6-7 baje tak jage rehta hain.
Tokyo walon se puch, unhe to 7 baje train pakadni padti hain.
:)
Nice post ...funny !! :))
hehehe..you've been having fun!! :) Nice ... I dont know which part to comment on..the one about the cute chinkis or the fraud desi ;) ...
or the sleep :)
So I will take the best way out :) I will say nice post ;)
"if i am caught ogling at a girl, u never know how many bruce lees and brandon lees would come flying from how many directions " --- that seems to be the most scary part :(
@rahul
theek bol rahe ho..lekin tum ho kaun bhai
@kandy
thanks :o)
@hitchhiker
thank u thank u :o)
@ajith
man...i am livin in this mortal fear day in day out ;o)
Lagta hai tere saath RG-giri karni padegi.
PS: This should be a hint enough for a WIMWI'ian.
@rahul
arre yeh to samajh gaya re ki wimwi se hai...lekin hai kaun
unlimited drinks - DUDE!!! You have to self serve.. these days they don't bring you drinks unless it's during meal time on long haul flights.. The Pantry Cart would usually be left open for passengers...
'n I like 'open' cultured gals as u have described..but don't get too used to it for now..after all you do have one more year of studies in India :))
Chaos was me - sanjiv
@chaos
i know u man....n i donot want to get used to the open culture...coz i want to be in india only
east or west india is the best
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