Devils Workshop - 2

Just like my previous Devil's Workshop post, this post is also meant only for a small set of audience, the set which has the weirdest sense of imagination and visualization. Rest of the people, please press Alt-F4 and go back to see the world as-is, this monitor is not going to develop canines in a jiffy and bite at your neck.

Life is lot more fun, if you see what you don't normally see ;o) I had this friend of mine who used to speak very very slow. Me being very impatient at that time, felt an all time high urge to hold his neck with both my hands and shake it so hard that all the letters on their way to his mouth loose balance and fall out at rapid successions and I can arrange them to read it much faster than he utters a single word.

In fact this weird imagination was lost somewhere in the time valley, but a similar thought yesterday brought this memory back. I am a very good girl until I am hungry, once I am hungry all my mannerisms go on a vacation. As usual yesterday afternoon we went to this Punjabhi Dhaba which is located just at the back of my office. Me being very hungry felt like crying when I saw the huge crowd there. But luckily, there was a troop of three gals who had almost finished. One gal in them especially thought that she is being captured over Cam with slow motion, slowly she was breaking the roti, slowwly she was dipping in the curry, slowwwly she was carrying it towards her mouth (as if, if she were to increase her speed, the roti piece would feel giddy!!!) and then slowwwwly chewed it. Mummyyyyyy!!! I am hungryyyyy!!! Again a little devil in me came out and I felt like breaking all the rotis into pieces in a sec, stuffing it in her mouth and forcing her chew fast by holding her head at chin and the top and moving it at the speed of light.

Till sometime, I used to think I am the weirdest imaginer on earth, only to realize there are a few more cartoons. Once my friend, out of context to the current talk, told me, there should have been a way to carry the baby (in womb) on sharing basis. How good it would be if I can say to my partner "Pleaaasssee Janu, I have a deadline in office, please carry the baby for 1 more week and I promise, I will keep the baby for one more week when my turn comes up".

My mom's biggest dream in life was to put some flesh on my body ( now she regrets :P ). In my college people used to tell me "Keep a paper weight on head, otherwise you'll fly off!!!". Never realized when did I put on weight and when my name was changed from "kaddi" to "dummi". Sighhh!!! In my office there is this "Junk Girl", ( A model for Moto Pebl, having hour-glass structure, whose big hoardings have been placed at couple of the lift lobbies at office. I named her Junk Girl, for my fellow colleague+friend's admiration towards her plus a bit of jealousy) And these junk people used to pull me to her hoarding and show her to me, "immediately" after lunch or a yummy snack time :'( Grrr!!! Initially I used to close my eyes and run from there, but after sometime, I started going to her hoarding, typically with my right hand thumb on nose and other four fingers moving (A typical kiddish teasing gesture), "I ate paneer fried rice gottaa!!!", "I ate onion parata, ningilla, kuyya mama!!!" Then I used to imagine her weeping for those yummy stuffs!!! Devil in me being completely satisfied :oP

There is no end for imagination, if I go on, this will be a never ending saga. But be nice when you write comments this time. Beware of a little devil getting into the comp, swimming through all the TCP packets, reaching you, only whip her hunter the moment you write anything nasty in the comment box. Ha Ha Ha :o) [Devilish Grinnn!!!]