It's show time

First let me first put my sorry face forward for being out of "my world of thoughts". Sorry! readers. I really missed u.

I have resumed my office after a quick field visit where I was for installation of SRP- a pump used for pumping out crude from oil wells. Please continue to read evenif u didn't get the term, ok, I wont use it anymore in this blog.

One fine morning- my journey starts from my house in a field dress- that's a special coverall that one is subjected to for so-called safety reason. U have to b in when in field to escape being screwed by reports of safety personels.I m accompained by an army of two of my colleagues- Call us an army b'cos we three are all covered from top to tail in the exactly same coverall. The most revealing about it being its color- The Gorgeous Saffron.

If u ever had a long run on vehicle keeping ur skeleton straitening, all u need is to strech out. And thats what we decided. In India, U never have to wait long to reach such a place. At each mile u r going to find a hoard of young peolple making njoyment at tea stalls. Such joyfully living we believe in.(Forget them who blame unemployment for this).

And we stopped at a nice stall - one famous in the route for tea(actually it is for girls ). So it was able to attract a good number of couples(boy-girl pair).And it was then we recognised, we're among such an exceptional lot.It was a good place if u r thirsty-obviously for girls. The coverall had made all the stars buttoned to our persona. And we were the hub for everyone's eyes. Even girls were engrossed with the beauty of our dressing sense. Yes, it would b difficult for even boldest supermodel on F-TV making on ramp, with so many eyes piercing on her.

We were rocking the chapel's diaspora. I will always acknowledge it as my first walk down the ramp. It's a real show time.