One day, I was enlightened to find that it was not just WRSC associates who fall victim to Bakshi. Even the clients sometimes do.
Adam, a client manager who handles the data migration team, sits opposite to Bakshi. They both had shared the same phone for about a month until Adam threatened that he would resign his job if he is not assigned a separate phone. The reason was that Bakshi's phone was too dirty with pan (aka pan parag, supari, gutka, kaini) and it smelled like shit.
Adam got a new phone and was happy. Infact, he was too happy that he started cracking jokes every 10 minutes. Bakshi was initially not paying attention. He was busy reading the Tin Tin comics online. In between he had managed to stuff his lower lips with pan and was gigling at the Tin Tin comics every now and then.
Later Bakshi heard what Adam was joking about. I don't know what the joke was all about. The fact is I never want to. All I know was Bakshi laughed. He laughed the hell out of himself. The pan in Bakshi's mouth splashed across the desk. The red liquid, a mixure of fine grained pan, tobacco and saliva, was sprayed on to Adam's face.
There was laughter everywhere. I saw the red liquid dripping off Adam's nose. There were droplets on his light blue shirt, on his pants, on his suit, his keyboard, his table and of course his new phone as well.
'Sorry sorry sorry.... I am really sorry.' Bakshi ran across the table with a pack of tissues to comfort him. Bakshi and a couple of his WRSC tails* cleaned up everything in less than a minute. Adam didn't thank them; Adam didn't smile. Adam didn't even move a finger. He sat there contemplating. Bakshi even bent down on his knees to clean his shoes with a tissue. 'What a pity!! Shame for WRSC, shame for any Indian.' I thought.
Adam was not angry, I know what exactly went through his mind, 'That joke was damn good but I am the only guy who couldn't enjoy it.' Adam has never ever cracked any joke in office after that.
*A WRSC tail is an associate same as pindam. See the ‘Wetherspoon Speech.’
Adam, a client manager who handles the data migration team, sits opposite to Bakshi. They both had shared the same phone for about a month until Adam threatened that he would resign his job if he is not assigned a separate phone. The reason was that Bakshi's phone was too dirty with pan (aka pan parag, supari, gutka, kaini) and it smelled like shit.
Adam got a new phone and was happy. Infact, he was too happy that he started cracking jokes every 10 minutes. Bakshi was initially not paying attention. He was busy reading the Tin Tin comics online. In between he had managed to stuff his lower lips with pan and was gigling at the Tin Tin comics every now and then.
Later Bakshi heard what Adam was joking about. I don't know what the joke was all about. The fact is I never want to. All I know was Bakshi laughed. He laughed the hell out of himself. The pan in Bakshi's mouth splashed across the desk. The red liquid, a mixure of fine grained pan, tobacco and saliva, was sprayed on to Adam's face.
There was laughter everywhere. I saw the red liquid dripping off Adam's nose. There were droplets on his light blue shirt, on his pants, on his suit, his keyboard, his table and of course his new phone as well.
'Sorry sorry sorry.... I am really sorry.' Bakshi ran across the table with a pack of tissues to comfort him. Bakshi and a couple of his WRSC tails* cleaned up everything in less than a minute. Adam didn't thank them; Adam didn't smile. Adam didn't even move a finger. He sat there contemplating. Bakshi even bent down on his knees to clean his shoes with a tissue. 'What a pity!! Shame for WRSC, shame for any Indian.' I thought.
Adam was not angry, I know what exactly went through his mind, 'That joke was damn good but I am the only guy who couldn't enjoy it.' Adam has never ever cracked any joke in office after that.
*A WRSC tail is an associate same as pindam. See the ‘Wetherspoon Speech.’
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