You know all that ubiquitous music where the singer/band demands that the listeners just get down and party with whatever getting down means left to the imagination of the those being asked to get down? Yes, of course you do. Silly me.
Another popular digression of the same involves repeated rocking of one’s body which I presume must be an essential part of partying universally. Backstreet boys, Vengaboys and countless other insert (mind expanding first name) boys have, over the years, appealed to us to shake our collective booties inspite of our better nature. Now why is this discourse on the culture of party inducing music being dished out on the blog of this particular sweatshop?
Because we, the people, of the still standing agency, went ahead and had a party which would have made every one of the above mentioned bands proud. Yessir, proud indeed. Occasion was all that recently acquired metal I have already waxed eloquent about. And that this agency is an incurable party whore which hadn’t been getting any lately. So, friday evening saw us in a typical dim dungeon like joint working those joints which just sit and stare at the monitor in their other life. I think (just about) everyone danced, a lot, even to Himesh’s twanging till those manning the joint asked us to get the hell out. Most of us, in tradition, embraced the happy drink till we were sufficiently happy and then there was cake and food and the first ever webchutney awards. Ah yes, that’s another one. Rahul explained that in the absence of jaw dropping increments, plastic chillies were being distributed as appreciation of good work. The green chilly was for individual excellence while the red one for the team which fights the most but makes the deadline anyway! Certificates also pronounced the Order of the Hottest Cubicle upon those graced with the chillies.
The appreciation would hereby be conferred every quarter, Rahul said. I think I need to inform here that Rahul is the erstwhile VP of WC and the new COO of WC. And he will comment on this post and explain to the acronym challenged what all those acronyms mean. Ha!
Pictures on Flickr. I thought I’d put one here as a teaser. See, I’m aware you have all been to mad parties in your day but this one happened outside the realm of the dance tile (not floor) of Beach Bar so I have all right to endlessly ramble about it. You can also see the party post on the boss’s blog aptly titled Smashed Monkey Boys. He missed the girls who were probably not so smashed.
I don’t remember though.
P.S: Man, the bosses were so wasted!
that’s a damn cool blog you have there.