Having an office amble's distance from Murthy in accounts and payroll has it's advantages in the form of the optimized mean free path between the two of us on pay-day, though my office is a stop on his mid afternoon pre-coffeebreak exploratory waddle.
If you thought "pick-up" lines were corny. You should hear his, "drop-in" lines!!!
I think my recent favourite, was when he walked in, lazily looked about the ceiling and said. "Aaen appa, dhananjaya; full tube-lightaa." loosely translated to "What man Dhananjay, full tube light is it!"
He then ambled about the office, picking up and replacing objects that were pick-uppable and on occasion if something was exceptionally interesting in shape, size and mass; to complete his spontaneous field evaluation, decided to sniff aswell.
Once empirically satisfied with olfactory properties of an EM-filter on my desk. He pointed at it and said, "Aen, aappa boomb thara eidhae!" "What man, it is like a bomb!" followed by a very satisfied, guffaw! I replied that it was a inductive surge suppressor plus capacitive by-pass filter and explained that the "Boomb" like parts were mere terminals for Amphenol mil grade connectors, I added, that it probably wasn't really working, because it normally is really good at removing "annoying transients".
He looked at me with a mildly quizzical expression. "Parwagilla, sir" I said, "full tube-light"
By now bored by the utter lack of things to smell, he released a tonsil yo-yo-ing yawn and darted out of the office, calling after the floor secretary; "Mary, maedum; cauffee finishing, is it!"
I returned to my keyboard, chuckling to myself. Sarcasm falls deaf on knavish ears.
If you thought "pick-up" lines were corny. You should hear his, "drop-in" lines!!!
I think my recent favourite, was when he walked in, lazily looked about the ceiling and said. "Aaen appa, dhananjaya; full tube-lightaa." loosely translated to "What man Dhananjay, full tube light is it!"
He then ambled about the office, picking up and replacing objects that were pick-uppable and on occasion if something was exceptionally interesting in shape, size and mass; to complete his spontaneous field evaluation, decided to sniff aswell.
Once empirically satisfied with olfactory properties of an EM-filter on my desk. He pointed at it and said, "Aen, aappa boomb thara eidhae!" "What man, it is like a bomb!" followed by a very satisfied, guffaw! I replied that it was a inductive surge suppressor plus capacitive by-pass filter and explained that the "Boomb" like parts were mere terminals for Amphenol mil grade connectors, I added, that it probably wasn't really working, because it normally is really good at removing "annoying transients".
He looked at me with a mildly quizzical expression. "Parwagilla, sir" I said, "full tube-light"
By now bored by the utter lack of things to smell, he released a tonsil yo-yo-ing yawn and darted out of the office, calling after the floor secretary; "Mary, maedum; cauffee finishing, is it!"
I returned to my keyboard, chuckling to myself. Sarcasm falls deaf on knavish ears.
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