Such a long time have I spent without my second love, my pen; my first love, you know very well are all the beautiful wheelie beasts,( you call them cars and bikes) but now I have succumbed myself to my ultimate avocation.
Thanks to Nishant Doorwar ( a bit clumsy name, hence we call him Durri) who praised my opus and all my friends who’ve admired my ardent desire of writing, that I have once again roused up the writer within my heart and hope it’s wariness to last awhile.
The last couple of days, the industrial training kept me engaged so I hardly got time to connect with my friends. Thanks to the hour-long lunch break that I was able to access the net else I’d died in dearth of addictive drugs like Orkut-ophine, Facebook-uana and not to forget yahoo-dine.
However I don’t think that the absence of these drugs could hamper my health as much as they ‘d otherwise, for I found a new friend circle down here…. The industrial workers and trainees. Not as much fun loving as an average manitian is, but still they were jovial.
Beepin; I tried calling him vipin, but he resents the latter pronunciation. He says that it’s incorrect… he said,”BEEPIN nahi … BEEPIN bolo… ” (I am still confused, what’s the difference), is the guy who is explaining me the work on a machining centre. What I love about these people is the way they talk, the rustic tone, the countryside feeling
If I ever chance to ( I m sure I will, it’s just that I’m trying to be a little humble) make my way to one of the leading automobile companies of Germany, all I will be missing will be people like these. Every morning they greet me as if they’ve known me for years. Inside the canteen we talk all the nonsensical things of factory, such a warm environment will ever remain etched in my memories.
If U.P. were quit of all the detestable activities, It’d bless heaven…
