The drinking water cooler has conked off in the office (Kya timing hai). And the meeting with the real estate client has been postponed to this coming monday. Everything is getting postponed including the closing of a project.
We saw some sites for the office. With a lot of filth in front of them, dingy and damp spaces with no parking. Okhla phase-I is not a clean or productive place to be in ( at least for the kind of work we do). Ramesh is back. Dadagiri hai. He is un-removable (if such a term even exists). He had arranged for a replacement @ Rs. 200 per day which is obnoxiously high for daily wages. To top it, he told the boy (who was to come in his place) that he (meaning Ramesh) would pay him. This was even more pre-posterous. Ramesh paying his replacement.
But I guess anything is possible in GC.
Mr. Saraf called from the ‘the bank’. He said that he would keep calling till we paid up. And my response was that he was free to do his job and we were free to do ours. That we were looking for ways and means to regularize the account ( apart from selling drugs or some other nefarious activity) and it would take time. But that is the issue. There is no more ‘time’ from the bank. Sab ‘waqt’ ka chakkar hai. We wish we could use the Einstein theory of relativity and go back or forward in time. The current times are getting unbearable.
Everyone in the office has declared a ‘chutti’ for tommorrow. Abhi chand ka pata nahin, ‘Id’ ka pata nahin lekin chutti to confirmed hai. So we are off tommorrow, Id or no Id. Appu might need to go to school, else we are planning to check whether there are some options for an office space in Greater Noida.
That is supposed to be an outing for us. From the constant stress and strain.
The match is over. For today. And we survived.
It is quite a marathon run.
