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:(
bada waala lol.
keher singh vs the wall. battle of wits.
i put my munny on the wall.