(the cryptology for the town name is to protect me from losing my job)
Well I am now in the heartland of India at an isolated cement mill plant (what else could it be but isolated?) in XX056 in Madhya Pradesh. And apart from the fact that I now know more about cement mills, clinker and electricity grid supplies than the Sidney Sheldon Novel I am reading, I assume the transformation is slowly beginning to take place.
Now I met yet another (try saying it with a South Indian twang I get real kicks out of doing so.) Railway guy on my way from Tikaria to Kymore and apart from enlightening me about the workings of his department in the railway the guy ended up being what I can only describe by the word ‘Tharki,’ whose English equivalent Voyeur or Pervert does not quite capture the spirit of the hindi rendition. So this man while I am away tries to make a pass on a single mother who was travelling on the same compartment and hits on her despite seeing her year old child nearby. The poor naïve female conveys her shock to me after I return from my station rendezvous with samosas. To think I thought that all railway employees were gentlemen by nature!
Well back at work I have been exposed to a horrible truth, people around me have a sense of humour that ranks possibly in the negative. I mean common! Why are all the jokes about C.D.M (that’s the clean development mechanism and the Kyoto Protocol, Wikipedia offers a crash course for all dummies including myself) and the working of cement plants? A crude example would be as follows: Talking about checking out a girl while using the metaphor of the C.D.M verification or validation process, the analogy of course even extends at times to a Bollywood damsel, the air, the sun, the skies and everything stupidly possible. My personal favourite is however, “I can’t see any plants (referring to cement plants) on this route but only plants (trees, shrubs, bushes, the works.)”
If by any chance you find the above funny, do not and I mean do not read this blog again! May be I am being a bit paranoid and may be they have a slightly flawed and a decent sense of humour, but give me a sarcastic taunt with a poker face any day! What has the world come to?
Will be stationed here for quite some more time and will enlighten you on the following in the weeks to come: The plant dud (e), listening to a disgruntled man lamenting about his boss, and of course many more rail travels with railway personnel.
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