My Party Wear

I was drinking water from the cooler at the kitchen. Two client managers, Jack and Rob were standing next to me discussing the next delivery cycle. Bakshi who had just finished giving class to some WRSC associate was curious to know what these guys were discussing.

Before he walked into the kitchen, Bakshi took a pack of supari (aka pan, pan parag, gutka, kaini) from his pocket, tore it open and knocked the powder into the palm of his left hand. He picked the big pieces of pan with his right hand and dropped them on the carpet on the floor. He mixed the rest of it within his fingers to blend it well. Then he took one pinch of it at a time and pushed them into his mouth under his lower lips. He repeated this until the whole cavity behind his lower lip was filled with supari. He dropped the rest of the powder from his hands by clapping them off and walked towards the managers. The carpet behind him looked as if a rat had just chewed down pieces of the ceiling.

'Heyyo Yyack!! Lyong time no sfee?' Bakshi extended his right hand to shake Jack's as he struggled for clarity in his words through the stuff in his mouth on top of his stupid Anglicized Indian accent.
'Hello, Mr. Bakshi! I was working from the Wimbledon office for the last couple of weeks.' Jack avoided shaking the hand drenched in pan.
'Ah I sfsfeeee (see)' Two drops of red liquid came as if fired out from a cannon out of Bakshi's mouth missing Jack's pale blue shirt by a few centimetres.
Jack and Rob sprinted out of the kitchen.

That's when Bakshi saw me standing at the cooler with a tumbler in my hand.
'Oye saale!! Kya kar rahe ho (Idiot! What're you doing)?' Three drops of red liquid rushed towards me. I'm not Neo and this is not Matrix. I took the bullets on my chest.
'Paani pee raha hun (Drinking water).' I replied as I searched for a knife to tear open his mouth.
'Kuch kaam nahi hai kya (Don't you have any work)?'
'Kaam hai, lekin abhi environment down hai (Yes I do, but the environment is down).' I found a fork instead of a knife.
'If the environment is down, are you going to stand here like a joker till the end of the day?'
'No!! They're restarting the server. It will be up in 10 minutes.'
'Agar tere paas kuch kaam nahi hai to mere paas aaja. Mein tujhe mera kaam deta hun.(If you don't have any work, come to me. I will give you some of mine.)' He shouted. Now that was a joke because you can't give anyone something that you don't have.
'Now stop blinking like a fool and go to your desk.' He finished and walked away before I could grab the fork.

In a few moments, Sarah walked into the kitchen to find me standing there with the tumbler in one hand and fork in another.
'What's all that shit on your shirt?' She asked
I looked down to my white shirt. Hundreds of red spots; some of them were still wet.
'Nothing, just had a chat with that bloody Bakshi.' I replied
'Looks like a good party wear. Take it to The Harrods. They may pay you for the design.' She laughed at my helplessness.