Presented here is casual conversation between five people including yours truly (who remained tight-lipped most of the while). For reasons I think obvious, I shall not mention names (its for my own good). They are quite simply A, B, C & D. You really needn’t know who’s who.
A: This dal today is so watery! It requires no chewing.
B: No wonder we’re all putting on so much weight. We are not chewing the food thoroughly enough.
A: Really? Is it true that I can lose weight just by chewing well? C?
C: It is possible, I do recall reading something about it in the papers. But I mostly feel its the Typhoid I had contracted last year. I lost nearly 5 kilos!
B: My cousin lost twelve kilograms after being diagnosed with some sort of a protein deficiency. He’s totally changed. I’ve lost 3 kilos since I started this fruit-breakfast diet.
A: 12 kilos! My God! That kind of thing is what I need.
B: I feel I need to lose at least 5 more kilos to keep fit. I think it’s the rice that stops me from losing any more weight.
D: Yeah! I lost some weight to disease too but not to the extent that some of you have. I had gastro-entiritis, the illness made me lighter by about 4 kilograms. Yes, this dal is quite smooth eh? (blinking at me).
ME: (in thought bubble) What a bunch of losers I’m lunching with today.
Presenting an interaction between my boss (B), a senior manager and yours truly (ME).
ME: Sir, there is a tribe of monkeys in the PPC Department and I don’t think I can handle them all by myself. It is scary to walk in there.
B: Those lousy bastards! When will they ever do one thing right? How long has that stuff been inside the shop without any acknowledgement or material movement from their side, 3 weeks? I think its time to summon the General Manager about this. Its bloody ridiculous!
ME: Yes, sir its been about that much time sir, but…
B: Why doesn’t it seem to bother them? Its not like I’m asking them to do me a favour. Its their f#$&**g job!!! I’ll see what I can do, my boy. Tell me which monkey in particular is troubling you.
ME: Sir, I meant the real ones sir, they’ve parked themselves outside the PPC Office area making faces at passersby; and at the same time imitating Stallone-type grimaces at those trying to get in.
