HOT: RECYCLED OFFICES!

My company has finally relocated from Noida (in Uttar Pradesh) to MG Road (in Delhi), which is en route to Gurgaon (in Haryana).

The two office spaces couldn’t be more opposite in character. The erstwhile one was swanky, with an assembly-line production of white cubicles and cabins. We had a pantry, a crèche, a table-tennis space and a gym (which sadly, no one seemed to use).

The new haunt is a nightclub-turned-office, which was originally designed with somewhat rugged interiors. You have wood and stone on the floor, and whitewashed walls. The brushstrokes are still visible, on purpose, of course.

Next door you can purchase a beanbag in the most vibrant colours for 700 bucks (some say you can bargain for as little as 300!). And we eat lunch in the adjoining resto-bar, whilst lounging on plush red sofas.

Some don’t like the space, but I think it has potential and may turn out to be a real project – in a good way.

THE MAID

My maid is most enthused by the new old sofa set. She noticed that the wood was had plintered on one arm, and demanded in her usual overzealous manner to knowhow this came to be.

I really feel for her, this woman-child who has three kids at the age of 21, no education, and yet, is bright, enterprising and has a memorable personality.

So, this morning, whilst I was sipping chai and lounging on sofa, accepting new Facebook requests, she was mopping the floor and suggesting (rather vociferously) that I get two sets of covers for the cushions -- so, she can wash one whilst the other sits snugly on the Sleepwell cushions.

Also, get a small centre table (wooden), she suggested, so, that she can serve breakfast and sip chai, here when friends pop over. She said all of this rather dramatically, like as if she was visualling a scene, and herself playing a major part in it.

Mumbai to NOida

So, the big move has put an end to my singing days. The only singing I do these days is in the bathroom, or rather before I step into ze shower.

The old geezer takes it's own sweet time (how very Dilli of it) to heat things up, and in the interim the laptop blares and I sing along, and even get theatrical about it, courtesy all the space and the solitude, which allows one to display, completely eccentric behaviour, sans any quizzical brows being raised.

Phew!