And even before we could haul our keyboards over our shoulders and look menacingly at the sealing notice and mutter we shall be back, we were. Dang! No drama there. One day we were gone and two sanitation lacking weeks later we are back to the beloved office. Back to explaining to autos that Saidulajaib (yes, our dilli office is located in a place named that and if you cannot say that name no matter how hard you try, we will still make a website for you) is indeed in Delhi. This is a story I must tell you soon. Do remind me, feed readers. Anyhoo, without digressing again, so we were forced to vacate this abode by the evil yet faceless MCD. After pondering upon our fate from the underground, uncle Keher Singh informed the management that imminent danger had passed and we could go back to our schmoozing ways from this part of town. So we have. This is a bit like Noah’s ark, I tell you. God aka MCD tells Noah aka management that the storm of eviction was upon the world aka Webchutney’s self obsessed egomaniacal universe and that two each of its kind aka two of all the faujis should be sheltered in the ark aka the looless underground bunker. So in go all the creatures of the agency, sit it out and finally emerge, shiny and being able to move their limbs normally again. I reckon a few of the creatures of the agency would have had permanent bowel damage if the storm would have lasted the original 40 days and 40 nights. Disgusting, I know.
P.S: It is very insulting to have to run to McDonald’s each time. And to Cafe Coffee Day at others. Ignominy knew no limit, I tell you.
Yes, very true, Said – ul – Ajab (pronnounced by autos as Saaaaaaad ul Ajaaaaaaaaab, got the pronuncation, stretch the word). By the way, they say ‘Garden of Five Senses’. I would like it the call ‘The Den of Jaats’.