the chronicles of the Singh's on lane 42 (x)- True Engineer

Four years of extreme slogging in an Institute of National Importance has taught me many things. One of them is to be morally corrupt. It required four years of intense begging to become an engineering graduate; begging for attendance, begging for marks, listening to endless stories and lectures of Profs and begging to God to lighten up the earth by lifting them. It wasn’t an easy task to become depraved; especially when you come from a middle class family where at least one hour of your mother goes into speech delivery on moral ethical values. Moms are too smart to reveal their script writers. If I found him someday, I would strangle him.

So, on the next morning after I dropped Maya home I went to the babe and Aniket to lobby for Maya. I am sure, making requests to Aniket is tougher than lifting Earth and fulfilling Galileo Galilee’s dream, but as I said- the Vodka shots in my bottle have always been difficult to neglect. It makes the earth- feather light!

Me: “when you came for recruitment to our insti, do you remember Maya? She had lunch with us in the guest house and when she couldn’t get through created a furrow. She wishes to apply back.”

Aniket: [in his western accent, after consulting with his appointments] “oh… ask her to come day after tomorrow at 3. We will see what can be done!”

Now, getting in my company as lateral entry is pretty difficult. You have to crack a written test set by the managers of the company, who have long white hair and in some cases beard and have spent better half their lives amongst mobile equipments than enjoying in bed with their wives. You need to be a topper to crack it.


Here is the part where engineering came to rescue. Chain Singh is the peon who manages the printing and Xerox work of the managerial section. Babe can behave as Mohini at times! A simple bribe of 200 Rs and a slight help from the Babe got me a copy of the paper beforehand. As expected, nothing out of the blue happened. Maya cracked the paper as if it was toddler’s game. She is now my colleague.



She has asked me to dinner tomorrow night. Treat time!