There was this time in Staff College when our syndicate was tasked
with a major research project. The stuff that we dug out through research
papers, books and interviews was to be crammed into a multi-media presentation.
Yours truly was sort of detailed to compile the presentation. I
had a pretty decent PC and was quite clued up on MS Power Point.
but I guess the real reasons were that I was single, had a very nice
house, served authentic filter coffee and had a pretty maid (actually a maiden).
So the syndicate decided that every body would gather at my pad
for making the slides. All through the day, the guys kept dropping. Somebody
brought a hard drive, another guy brings in a CD, some people got
their research on a thumb drive or a pen drive. That was the time of
floppies too. All day long went this geeky stuff.
Around four in the afternoon the bell rang yet again. Somebody
sprawled over a sofa yelled "Come in". No reply. Again the bell and this time a long press. Pissed off, I got up and opened the door. There was a Tamil guy. He said
in thickly accented Hindi, " Saar, mereygo Seedi chahiye". (I want a
CD). I asked him " Ok, but which one". He said " the long
one". Tired as I was, and now irritated, I asked him, " Are you
crazy?". He looked at me strangely, and then said," I am the
cable guy. I want a seedi, seedi, SEEDI" Then with his hands he acted as
if he was climbing. I fell down laughing. Rolling on the floor, there were
tears in my eyes.
He meant a सीडी , the
f***ing ladder.
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