Agency? Who? Us?
Viral mongers, another one from us. Dig in:) You know this unrelenting gabbar and thakur bashing should stop. No really. I don’t mean we’re going to cease the attack, god forbid no, we are viral makers, we can’t quit making fun of the world but someone should. Also, I want to know whether thakur ever hopped over to his mother to show off the latest thing he had learnt to do with his feet and went, “look ma, no hands!!” Someone tell me. Please. I’d so like to know.
Now if this isn’t the most fortunate moment to hum the brick in the wall song by the supermen of Floyd. Indeed it is. Or feel pissed at peacock feather wearing Salim while we get stuffed alive behind a wall. You bet we do. Because now we know the pain, the anguish that comes with being walled in. Keher Singh uncle is either completely off his red plastic chair that seats him or the pain of the sealing has made his hormones go for a toss. Why? Because he built a damn wall shutting off the lane which leads up to the office. The man is cuckoo I tell you! I reckon the idea is to pretend no one works in a place as crooked as this one. Sealers would obviously fall for the trap (pun intended) “Say..a wall..hmm..oh must cover a garbage dump or a recently unearthed ancient civilization so let’s just go seal some place else..shall we?” Bah, uncle, could you really be that naive!
Of course it involves a little detour for the people of the agency as a cow or a pack of dogs escorts us every morning from mud road to the first floor. How refreshing to work in such close proximity to nature and it’s creations.
All I can say is bhains ki eyes and Anarkali..we so feel the pain lady:(
.. as we are busy appreciating our new viral for Makemytrip.com and smiling as to how wonderfully brilliant we are at the dance and the song. No really. We are. Apart from this whole agency thing, our second best service offered is parodying popular song and dance and better still, twisting it around as we like to attain creative sainthood.
Okay then, rambling apart, the purpose of this post was to let you folks watch the viral so here goes. Enjoy! Also the dance is courtesy WC’s male Shakira so here’s clap clap for you. Your hips indeed don’t lie:)
Things I have heard over the years in this agency and that will not make much sense to those outside the system are many. It’s sort of an initiation among other things that initiate you at work. You join, you are made fun of, you are made to overwork, you fight at lunch (another story!) you hear peculiar things and all is well. Pretty soon you are saying them too and not just in office. My mother has looked at me in the strangest way. No doubt, wondering if irreparable damage has been done. So here’s presenting the must speak yet meaningless drivel that comes with working here.
Top of the list is Bhains ki eyes. If this blog has any international readers (hahahahaha), it means Buffalo’s eyes. And no, I don’t know what it means. It is used to express anger, disgust, frustration, joy, surprise among other emotions. It does and serves us so well that we even used it in a viral which became very popular. In arre baba chalis chor, the chief thief expresses frustration at not being allowed in the cave through these three magical words. So whenever under stress, say Bhains ki eyes and feel better!
Kat Le. Translates into bugger off. Said with an air of supreme unconcern. This might not be original but you shall be asked to kat le so often, every hour that you shall come to hear the words by instinct.
Mar Jaa. Translates into die. Or drop dead. Yes, it means die. Mostly you hear that when you bug someone a lot over a deadline or are an eyesore. See, don’t get offended. It’s not that actual demise of a person is desired. It’s just that if you bug someone in an already stressed environment, it’s just fair that you are asked to drop dead. No real offense meant.
Kaash tere bache gore paida ho. Means may your kids be born white. Mostly said to dark colleagues or those who are darker than others. Haha. And no, it’s not racial discrimination. It’s an expression of gratitude when the darker colleague gets a good lunch or feeds the always hungry of WC in the time of dire need. Which is between 5-7 in the evening, mostly.
Uparwale se pooch. Ask the bloke upstairs. Now this is giving away one of those things we don’t say around the boss, but oh well. Our bosses mostly seat themselves on a floor above us. At times of decision taking, we refer to the uparwala. It’s fun to point a finger to the ceiling, mutter this phrase and walk off.
The patience limit per post has been breached already I think. So more on the sayings of the wise men and women in the next post. As usual, stay tuned!