This is perhaps the most interesting way I have blogged!
I am sitting outside my flat door because I forgot to take the keys to office yesterday. Actually I couldn't find it. So I went without it. Why did I do it?
I returned back to my GusetHouse/Flat at 1 a.m. and knocked incessently. No one answered. I called the caretaker again and again (over the phone, which is switched-off now because its out of charge; and before it got out of charge it got out of balance [I won't say how]). He didn't receive my call. So I went down and asked the guard. He said "Kharak singh does not live here, woh lamba rehta hai (he lives tall??)". Anyway he called another guy from the security cabin, and he tried calling some another guy with my phone. No one was picking up.
So I told him I would go up and try knocking again. And if no one answers, I would go back to my office. I came up and knocked, no answer.
Ten minutes later the guard and the other guy(Kamal I guess, or not maybe) came up and saw me squatting on the floor outside my flat door, with my laptop on my lap trying to connect to the Wireless Broadband Modem inside. They laughed and asked me to come along. They would try and get me a room for the night.
So together we went around the buildings of the Sophronia Society Complex, waking this guy up and that (mostly caretakers of different GuestHouseFlats in the Society, looking for a place where I could spend the night.
Finally when the group has increased to a Five, they got me a room at some S1-302, air-conditioned.
And I slept.
I woke up at 7:30 today hoping someone would be up in my guesthouse by now....
KNOCK!! KNOCK!!!!!
OPEN UP FOR GOD'S SAKE!
Ah, I hear footsteps! :)
I am sitting outside my flat door because I forgot to take the keys to office yesterday. Actually I couldn't find it. So I went without it. Why did I do it?
I returned back to my GusetHouse/Flat at 1 a.m. and knocked incessently. No one answered. I called the caretaker again and again (over the phone, which is switched-off now because its out of charge; and before it got out of charge it got out of balance [I won't say how]). He didn't receive my call. So I went down and asked the guard. He said "Kharak singh does not live here, woh lamba rehta hai (he lives tall??)". Anyway he called another guy from the security cabin, and he tried calling some another guy with my phone. No one was picking up.
So I told him I would go up and try knocking again. And if no one answers, I would go back to my office. I came up and knocked, no answer.
Ten minutes later the guard and the other guy(Kamal I guess, or not maybe) came up and saw me squatting on the floor outside my flat door, with my laptop on my lap trying to connect to the Wireless Broadband Modem inside. They laughed and asked me to come along. They would try and get me a room for the night.
So together we went around the buildings of the Sophronia Society Complex, waking this guy up and that (mostly caretakers of different GuestHouseFlats in the Society, looking for a place where I could spend the night.
Finally when the group has increased to a Five, they got me a room at some S1-302, air-conditioned.
And I slept.
I woke up at 7:30 today hoping someone would be up in my guesthouse by now....
KNOCK!! KNOCK!!!!!
OPEN UP FOR GOD'S SAKE!
Ah, I hear footsteps! :)
4 comments:
jaataa...
Wow! You should do this more often!
what office??what guest house???
great going....
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