So the mess rep/sec elections took place with a number of fretting and fuming batch-mates, having been forced out of their afternoon slumber by candidates and cronies, coming out to vote. The first years were cursing them too, but very, very quietly. And I was at my irritated best, or worst, whichever way you want to put it. But yes, I did exercise my right and did do my part to keep this democratic farce's flag flying high. Anyway, my wingie won. He didn't treat us for it, but promised us better food, which was the need of the hour. The mess food was never something to write home about, and there is only a limited amount of jaggery-laced Sambhar, artificially colored Dhal and poisoned cabbage sabji which one's system can take without going V for Vendetta over it.
As I was walking down the corridor, I saw the newly elected mess-rep crouched, squinting at his computer screen over a word document, a couple of friends around him. "Areyaar, naya menu bana raha hoon. Items Batha", he said. His friends nodded, fixing their gaze at me. "What do you think I should change?" he asked me, jovially. "I would rather you maintain status quo and I crib about it for the whole year", I replied.
Multiply that statement by 675 million registered voters. Whoa.
I'm not trying to get the reader all guilty or something over here. It's just that I felt cool for making that supposedly apathetic, indifferent statement and later felt bad for feeling cool about it later, when the next day's paper arrived. In any case, the food is better than SV mess, where its either cabbage all the way or a week's worth of Aloo, Paneer, Aloo-Paneer, Paneer-Aloo and Aloo-Aloo and other contorted permutations which only Descartes can think of.
Hey, Google has changed Blogger's interface. It looks all Google plus-esque now and is supposed to be neater and cleaner. Of course, If you have learnt anything about the writer from the lines above, its that he did not like change at all and immediately wanted his old interface back so that he could crib about it.
I paused. I thought about it.
Poor Google, trying so many new things. Trying so hard to bring about change. In its products, in its brand and in its image.
I kept the new interface.You're welcome.
As I was walking down the corridor, I saw the newly elected mess-rep crouched, squinting at his computer screen over a word document, a couple of friends around him. "Areyaar, naya menu bana raha hoon. Items Batha", he said. His friends nodded, fixing their gaze at me. "What do you think I should change?" he asked me, jovially. "I would rather you maintain status quo and I crib about it for the whole year", I replied.
Multiply that statement by 675 million registered voters. Whoa.
I'm not trying to get the reader all guilty or something over here. It's just that I felt cool for making that supposedly apathetic, indifferent statement and later felt bad for feeling cool about it later, when the next day's paper arrived. In any case, the food is better than SV mess, where its either cabbage all the way or a week's worth of Aloo, Paneer, Aloo-Paneer, Paneer-Aloo and Aloo-Aloo and other contorted permutations which only Descartes can think of.
Hey, Google has changed Blogger's interface. It looks all Google plus-esque now and is supposed to be neater and cleaner. Of course, If you have learnt anything about the writer from the lines above, its that he did not like change at all and immediately wanted his old interface back so that he could crib about it.
I paused. I thought about it.
Poor Google, trying so many new things. Trying so hard to bring about change. In its products, in its brand and in its image.
I kept the new interface.You're welcome.
democratic farce.. nice .. :D
ReplyDeleteYou would now appreciate home food more... Not that it wasn't appreciated earlier... for us FOOD MEANT JOY.. anyways, wait for your hols..
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