A glass of steaming milky syrupy tea is best served cut. One by two or two by three, it embodies the spirit of sharing and camaraderie (and more significantly a resource crunch). Come, have a sip.
I stay on the 12th floor of a 14-storey apartment building. This morning I had to rush to work and was waiting for the elevator and it stopped at every floor before it could reach mine.
No, as in the new Tata Sky Plus (Tata Sky+) ad my wife isn't to blame. In fact I made a premptive purchase of a Tata Sky Plus DVR just before I got married.
And this has been happening quite frequently ever since the ad in question (see below) began airing on TV. I suspect that is either disgruntled women (the IPL season is on) or inspired kids (more likely) pressing all the buttons. Whatever the reason, it's me doing the waiting.
The guys at O&M should think of the consequences when they come up with ideas that give people ideas (they also have wives at home, unless they already have a Tata Sky Plus or multiple TVs)
Tata Sky Plus - Cold War (Elevator / Lift)
My woes apart, the ads are fun. Here a couple more from the Tata Sky Plus 'Cold War' series: Tata Sky Plus - Cold War (Burnt Toast)
It has been the longest pause on Cutting the Chai since I first began blogging almost five years back. In fact if you look at the archives, February 2010 will be the only month that has gone postless since May 2005. And there were some pretty important reasons behind my absence here (though I had been tweeting a little). I got married.
Yes, the Chaiwallah has finally got a Chaiwali (though she prefers that, at home, I make the tea).
Its been a crazy last few months, juggling between work and arrangements for the wedding, now we are somewhat settling in into the new scheme of things. After a small ceremony here in Delhi (actually Noida) we went to Shillong (my home town) and then back to Delhi and then to Indore (her home town) and didn't even have enough leaves left to plan a honeymoon (I'll have to pay for that).
The wedding went off fine and with family and friends around, it was the best time of our lives (yet). Only I goofed up missing out on inviting some friends (my mother ensured that all relatives were). Apologies buddies.
To make things simpler we opted for a marriage according to Arya Samaj rituals but that didn't spare me the ignominy (that Bengali bridegrooms have to suffer) of wearing the tupur, courtesy my sis-in-law (No, I'm not going to post those pictures, atleast not here).
I was also live tweeting from my marriage ceremony. Here's what my Twitter feed read that night:
From suit changed to dhoti kurta and bhabi insisting that I wear the tupur (the joker-like cap) 12:38 AM Feb 5thvia mobile web
Waiting for the bride... girls just can't be on time even for their own wedding. 1:20 AM Feb 5thvia mobile web The problem of being the groom is that you can't slip inside the quilt. 1:23 AM Feb 5thvia mobile web
@Thecomicproject I waited for 8 years for this day... so impatience does creep in. Minutes become longer. 1:25 AM Feb 5thvia mobile web
Even the bored panditji is giving Bhagwat Gita sermons to the photographer and the videographer. 1:26 AM Feb 5thvia mobile web
Intense discussion on about my brother's ability to sleep with his eyes and mouth open. 3:53 AM Feb 5thvia mobile web Now I can even think of venturing into the wedding planning business. 3:58 AM Feb 5thvia mobile web
Also got to update my Facebook profile...okay that can wait for a few hours more. 4:00 AM Feb 5thvia mobile web
The wedding went off fine and with family and friends around, it was the best time of our lives (yet). Only I goofed up missing out on inviting some friends (my mother ensured that all relatives were). Apologies buddies.
It's that time of the year again. The beginning. And there are a lot of dates that we'd come across as we proceed further.
Multiple instances of this SMS landed in my mobile's inbox:
