Litter-alley Indians!

Drunken parties, roadside meals, boys cooking their own lunch, infinite tea breaks, road trips, bossing the boss, we have done it all, me and my work mates.

Its the bunch you wish to have graduated with, each one a great human being, each one witty, each one with the capacity to laugh at oneself, each one a smart engineer, each one with qualities you wish you had.

This blog entry is specifically dedicated to the two Asses, oh I mean two S-es from the gang, Saurabh* and Sanjeev*. The duo deserves some introduction before we proceed, so here we go:

1. Sanjeev: I must say, this guy can find humor in absolutely everything and anything. Although his humor is almost always inspired by certain aspects of human anatomy, but you have got some imagination, if upon seeing a telephone receiver the first thing that comes to your mind is a collection of cavities (struck through, as per Sanjeev's comments).

2. Saurabh: I once read somewhere, "Don't fix it, if it ain't broken". The phrase was devised for gentlemen like Saurabh.

There are many puzzles where they tell you that, you are in a town where people do just the opposite of what you tell them, for e.g. if you tell them not to speak, they will speak. Saurabh belongs to the town.

Q. Now, what makes them the point of discussion here?

A. They have some commonalities, they are both good family men, good husband and equally good father.

They both know their work in and out. If they keep their mouth shut, they are every manager's delight.

And the most important, they are what I call Litter-alley Indians!!!

We have a small teashop close to our office, that we visit frequently. Not pleased by the litter of the used glasses we suggested the chai wallah to place a dustbin there. The old fella understood the importance of keeping the surroundings clean and was prompt to act. There has been a dustbin there since then. The only problem is, it is not fully utilized.

Our litter-alley Indian duo, without fail, litters. First, I thought it is an instinctive behavior and could be trained. But, I feel no shame in admitting I was a fool to have thought so. Littering is in some way a source of sadistic pleasure for them. The more they learn that people are troubled by their littering, the more they litter. Even Gandhigiri failed to work, if someone clears the litter they create, they throw it in the nearby cesspool, for some fiendish pleasure they attain.

Somehow, when it comes to keeping the city clean, all reasons fail with these otherwise very rational men. Not even the plight of the rag picker searching through the cesspool for his bread and butter helps them in changing this weird habit they have.

I am not going to mention the benefits of keeping the surroundings clean, we are all educated people here and it is expected of us to know the benefits. Besides, our heroes of the blog have infant babies at home so they are more educated about the clean surroundings than I am anyways.

I also have to admit that I am also not the ideal citizen when it comes to keeping it clean, as Saurabh pointed out that after eating something I shook my hands to get rid of the residual food stuck on my hands. I will try to improve. While I also hope I could write another blog where I am made to eat my words about the now, litter-alley Indians.

I am sending an invite to the duo to read the blog with the following remark by a great man.

"We neglect our cities at our peril. For, in neglecting them, we neglect the nation."
-John F. Kennedy

* Names can't be changed for reasons, whatsoever

P.S. Hate mails are welcome.

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