Good Day.. Bad Day

“You are stupid.”

“Why me, sir? I don’t decide what features go into what phone, its Nokia who decides”

“Then Nokia is stupid”

“Maybe, but then still your N76 cannot be equipped with GPS, Unless of course

……….”

The line gets disconnected

That’s how my day started, a customer shouting on top of his voice because Nokia decides not to put GPS in N76.

Now for those who aren’t aware, GPS is a system which tells you your position and guides you to any address or place you desire and ever since my company made me responsible to explain customers how to use it… it turns out that all of a sudden every customer who owns a GPS phone has forgotten all the roads… there are customers who come up to me and say

“My GPS not working… How I go office?”

Saaley, aise bol raha hai jaise bachpan se GPS ke sahaare hi zinda hai “Don’t worry Sir, I’ll get it checked”

The call happened at 8:30 in the morning and I had decided that it was going to be a bad day…

And then as if to strengthen my belief, my cell phone rings and it’s a unknown number which is displayed

“Hello”

“Hello, Is that Mr. Ashok Rahul?”

“Yes it is”

“Hello, I am calling from ***** courier, we have a package for you from ***** Bank”

Oh F***! They traced me down “Okay”

“So? Where and when should I deliver it?”

I answered the question, and was totally screwed in my mind… I had some amount to pay to a bank, before I left India… Oh God… well, the day is bad!!

Soon it was lunch break…. I reached home and the Tiffin service had already

delivered out lunch. I opened the Tiffin Prawn Curry, Rice and Pickle… Well, not everything in the day is bad!

After the lunch and some lazy TV watching, it was time to get to work again and as I entered the office, one of my colleagues informs me

“Hey Rahul, there is package for you”

I know… it’s the stupid package from the even more stupid bank… woooaah well...

Its not…

It turns out that it’s a box of chocolates...

“Who left it here?” I enquired

Nobody knew, but all my colleagues were staring at the box…

I opened it and distributed it after keeping two of them in my pocket, when one my colleagues points out... “Oye, there is a card in it”

It was a tiny small card which saidHI, JUST WANTED TO SAY VERY MANY THANKS FOR YOUR KIND HELP.

YOU’RE A STAR ….. DEBORAH

So, it was from a customer… but which one, I had no clue… so the day is not bad at all… turning out to be a good, day

Aaj se mai kasam khaata hun, sab customers ki achhi seva karunga… taaki sab mujhse khush ho… phir jab mere paas bahut saari chocolates ho jaayengi… to mai cards aur chocolates ki dukaan kholunga, un paison se mai ek poultry farm khareedunga… poultry farm mai kaai murgiyaan

TRRRING!! TRRRING!! TRRRING!!

That was my office extension which interrupted my thoughts… I answered andanother colleague informed me that he has collected a DHL courier for me…

Kya yaar! Saara mood kharaab kar diya!!

I avoided collecting the package till the end of my job hours and finally a friend got it for me.. with a wry smile I said “Thanks buddy”

I started opening the packet while thinking Hey Bhagwaan kyun? Kyun? Kyun? Kyun?

Yaaahoooooooooooo!!!

It was Rakhi sent to me by my Rakhi Sister in India… but somehow she had decided to send it via the bank…

Kasam Se… itni pyaari behan aur kissi ki nahi hogi!!

So the customer who gave chocolates made up for the customer who shouted and the bank was never an issue at all….

“Well…” I smiled at myself “…nothing bad in the day at all”

Kissa ek Sorry ka!

India won an Olympics gold... and as Mr. Bachchan rightly puts on his blog "..nothing can top this news..".
A colleague of mine had come up to me in the morning and told me the news
"Oye.. India ko gold mil gaya!"
"Sachhi?"

I asked and then confirmed myself on the internet if the news was true and no sooner was it confirmed that I changed my Orkut profile picture to the Olympics logo and the profile name as "Rahul..India got its 1st Olympics gold" and then I got a scrap on Orkut from one of my friends in Chandigarh

"Saade, Chandigarh da munda hai" and that was it I just went up to almost every colleague of mine and asked
"Oye, where are you from in India?"
"Bla Bla Bla"
"Well, I am from Chandigarh and so is the olympic gold winner for India"
And walk out of the scene before they could reply...

It was probably the first time that I was happy about the fact that there is no one except me in the office who is from Chandigarh and even as I type I can't wait to see their expressions on their faces again... although am sure I will be getting fitting replies for my 'flaunts'

Oh but then the Olympics gold was not why I started to type... its just another bad habit of mine to get carried away and forget the original content

It was an incident that happened to me and one of my friends while we were in a bus,
Now it so happens that we both started discussing the topic of one of our commons friend's love affair, I was supporting the male and she was siding the female involved in the affair. It was something about Guys not expressing their love to girls as frequently as girls do. Now we both sat, debating and justifying our parts, and we had been doing that for almost 10 minutes now… and then all of a sudden…………

The uncle sitting in the front row turned back and said
"Do one thing…ok?"
And he stopped. I had to ask him to continue using my eyes.. so my expression told him "Go On.."
He obeyed "Solve the problem... But not in the bus ok?"
I nodded as he went on "Everybody is listening, so solve it in private ok?"
I wondered why he is using "ok" in every sentence
He did not stop "So... Don't solve it in the bus ok?"
I said "Sorry Uncle" and although I tried my best to look interested, but I was bored listening to "OK?" so I started thinking what would be going on in my friends mind and as if reading my mind "Uncle" shifted his eyes from me to her….

I did not; I was just looking at him My friend probably did not give him "Oh I am interested" looks coz he looked at me again and then turned and faced away like he was sitting.

It was my friends turn to get angry now "Not his father's bus" she said. I displayed a gesture to her using my hands asking her to cool down

"Its not like we were shouting" she said again. She was right, we were not shouting, it was not even loud, as a matter of fact the volume was lower than what we usually talk at But then the "Uncle" did get disturbed and in turn had disturbed my friend.

All said and done, we got out of the bus and then she says loudly
"Had he said to me all those things I would have asked him to mind his own business"
"He might be under some kind of tension, give him the benefit of doubt"
I said "Why take it out on us?" she asked
"Ok lets leave it, Ho gaya na khatam? Chodo ab"

We reached my house where my two other friends supported her by saying that I shouldn't have apologized "Ek sorry se kya farak pad gaya yaar.." I said

I don't know if I was wrong or right, but then this is the way I am, and this is how I would like to be forever!