To all of you who have worked with Bakshi in London or have known him through a victim of his would surely appreciate the fact that there is no single incident in this blog that is an exaggeration and that it doesn't have any form of added flavour. Everything in this blog are incidents that have either occurred to me or have happened immediately around me. There might be quite a few other incidents that I have missed. I will keep adding them here as and when I remember.
A couple of guys who have never got this big exposure in such an environment asked me if I am being a sadist to convolute the incidents or too obtuse to grasp the actual implications of Bakshi's behaviour. To answer that, I would say neither because the people who asked me that question haven't met Bakshi yet. I will pray for them to get a chance to work with him.
To those of you who do not know Bakshi, he is a mistery and would remain so. I have no plans to reveal his identity. I hope that justifies it all. Rest of it was just for reading, hopefully a stress buster.
"As the Count leaned over me and his hands touched me... a horrible feeling of nausea came over me, which, do what I would, I could not conceal."
It's 11:58 PM in London; too late to be in the office. You're in front of your computer struggling to meet a deadline. You can see through your window that the river Thames is unusually calm. The crescent of the moon is eaten up by fast approaching waves of clouds. A faded darkness falls across the London Bridge. And you have this horrible feeling that HE is still out there, a wanderer outside the darkness, thirsty to stitch up any associate. You are worried if this time it could be you; your hands tremble; you're restless; you're unable to look at the monitor and...
A man, short and stout, and fairly gloating gets up from his desk; picks up a pack of pan parag from the chest draw. He tears it open as a savage beast and he walks across the floor in search of an associate. The background music plays...
(I'm gonna thrill ya tonight)
Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'alls neighborhood
[extract from The Thriller - MJ]
Haaaahaahaahahaha... Haahahahahaha...
Haaahahaahahaha... Haaaahaahaahahaha...
Haaaahaahaahahaha... Haahahahahaha...
Haaahahaahahaha... Haaahahaahahaha...
Haaaahaahaahahaha... Haahahahahaha...
Haaahahaahahaha... Cough cough cough... cough coh co co!!! Heee heee heeeeeee...
Cough cough ough cough cough... cough coh co co!!! Heee heee heeeeeee... Cough co co
:-)
A couple of guys who have never got this big exposure in such an environment asked me if I am being a sadist to convolute the incidents or too obtuse to grasp the actual implications of Bakshi's behaviour. To answer that, I would say neither because the people who asked me that question haven't met Bakshi yet. I will pray for them to get a chance to work with him.
To those of you who do not know Bakshi, he is a mistery and would remain so. I have no plans to reveal his identity. I hope that justifies it all. Rest of it was just for reading, hopefully a stress buster.
"As the Count leaned over me and his hands touched me... a horrible feeling of nausea came over me, which, do what I would, I could not conceal."
- Bram Stoker, Chapter 2, Dracula
It's 11:58 PM in London; too late to be in the office. You're in front of your computer struggling to meet a deadline. You can see through your window that the river Thames is unusually calm. The crescent of the moon is eaten up by fast approaching waves of clouds. A faded darkness falls across the London Bridge. And you have this horrible feeling that HE is still out there, a wanderer outside the darkness, thirsty to stitch up any associate. You are worried if this time it could be you; your hands tremble; you're restless; you're unable to look at the monitor and...
A man, short and stout, and fairly gloating gets up from his desk; picks up a pack of pan parag from the chest draw. He tears it open as a savage beast and he walks across the floor in search of an associate. The background music plays...
(I'm gonna thrill ya tonight)
Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'alls neighborhood
[extract from The Thriller - MJ]
Haaaahaahaahahaha... Haahahahahaha...
Haaahahaahahaha... Haaaahaahaahahaha...
Haaaahaahaahahaha... Haahahahahaha...
Haaahahaahahaha... Haaahahaahahaha...
Haaaahaahaahahaha... Haahahahahaha...
Haaahahaahahaha... Cough cough cough... cough coh co co!!! Heee heee heeeeeee...
Cough cough ough cough cough... cough coh co co!!! Heee heee heeeeeee... Cough co co
:-)
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