Small Acts
Yesterday was Raksha Bandhan. And in the true spirit of the festival my maid tied a Rakhi to our building watchman. In return, he gifted her Rs. 20. She was overjoyed. With the gift money she bought another Rakhi and chocolates for my daughter.
I was very touched. This small act proved that relationships are the essence of celebration.
Irrespective of caste, status, education and background.
An example by the so-called underprivileged and not-so-educated.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
THE SHOE STINK KILLER
Sometimes, post lunch, I feel very content and lethargic after a good meal. The cold draft from the AC overhead, the tapping sound of keyboards and the ‘click’ of the mouse, faint voices from across the room, occasional murmuring from colleagues and the like add to the comfort zone as I get ready for another afternoon of work.
Surprisingly, the last few days though, things have been slightly different. There was something about the air around my desk. A distinct odor was floating around. I chose to overlook it for the first few days, and wandered around the office from time to time to breathe healthy. But then, predictably the strong whiff doubled. An invisible thing, so full of repulsive sensations that a man could suffocate and choke instantaneously. I turned my head away and rushed to the window to catch a breath of fresh air. Whew…what the hell was that!
Enough! I decided to find the culprit. From where is the stink emanating? Rather from whom…? I held my breath and looked under my desk. Hey! I spotted a pair of naked feet, comfy on the blue-grey carpet; one foot was even flexing its toes! Next to it, were the respective parent stinkers, the dirty shoes and sweaty socks, lying casually around. Hmm…so this is it. I peeped over my cubicle, made angry noises, and sniffed loudly, hoping to catch the attention of the face the feet own. But no such luck. He was oblivious to the odor. I took matters into my hands.
Brandishing ‘super extra strong’ room fresheners, I sprayed my entire workstation religiously every afternoon in anticipation of the dreaded stink. But to no avail. And so I decided to call on the Shoe Stink Killer.
I sat at my desk, with great concentration and called on to the Shoe Stink Killer. Taraaah!! And there he was, dressed in flashy white and blue (one of the Harpic bottle colors) costume, and with a blue eye mask, he made his presence in front of me. Thankfully, time came to a standstill, so no one really noticed the Shoe Stink Killer’s presence there.
He did not speak too much as he seemed to understand my plight. Wasting no time at all he sprayed something really…err…weird! I think even I fainted after that! It smelt a combination of a washing powder, a mosquito repellent and phenol. Gosh, thankfully after the Shoe Stink Killer left, life seeped back into the people on my floor. I peeped below my desk to have a look at the pair of the stinky feet and guess what I saw?
A pair of freshly pedicured feet, fresh socks, sparkling clean shoes and no smell at all! Thank you Shoe Stink Killer!
Sometimes, post lunch, I feel very content and lethargic after a good meal. The cold draft from the AC overhead, the tapping sound of keyboards and the ‘click’ of the mouse, faint voices from across the room, occasional murmuring from colleagues and the like add to the comfort zone as I get ready for another afternoon of work.
Surprisingly, the last few days though, things have been slightly different. There was something about the air around my desk. A distinct odor was floating around. I chose to overlook it for the first few days, and wandered around the office from time to time to breathe healthy. But then, predictably the strong whiff doubled. An invisible thing, so full of repulsive sensations that a man could suffocate and choke instantaneously. I turned my head away and rushed to the window to catch a breath of fresh air. Whew…what the hell was that!
Enough! I decided to find the culprit. From where is the stink emanating? Rather from whom…? I held my breath and looked under my desk. Hey! I spotted a pair of naked feet, comfy on the blue-grey carpet; one foot was even flexing its toes! Next to it, were the respective parent stinkers, the dirty shoes and sweaty socks, lying casually around. Hmm…so this is it. I peeped over my cubicle, made angry noises, and sniffed loudly, hoping to catch the attention of the face the feet own. But no such luck. He was oblivious to the odor. I took matters into my hands.
Brandishing ‘super extra strong’ room fresheners, I sprayed my entire workstation religiously every afternoon in anticipation of the dreaded stink. But to no avail. And so I decided to call on the Shoe Stink Killer.
I sat at my desk, with great concentration and called on to the Shoe Stink Killer. Taraaah!! And there he was, dressed in flashy white and blue (one of the Harpic bottle colors) costume, and with a blue eye mask, he made his presence in front of me. Thankfully, time came to a standstill, so no one really noticed the Shoe Stink Killer’s presence there.
He did not speak too much as he seemed to understand my plight. Wasting no time at all he sprayed something really…err…weird! I think even I fainted after that! It smelt a combination of a washing powder, a mosquito repellent and phenol. Gosh, thankfully after the Shoe Stink Killer left, life seeped back into the people on my floor. I peeped below my desk to have a look at the pair of the stinky feet and guess what I saw?
A pair of freshly pedicured feet, fresh socks, sparkling clean shoes and no smell at all! Thank you Shoe Stink Killer!
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