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TRING  TRING … the phone Rang … Good afternoon, this is Ana speaking. How may I help you today? Hey .. my name is Mike and I have a bit of a trouble with my card payment. Sure, can I have your … Anandhi suppresses a yawn and continues with the trained upbeat tone that she has practiced for a long time now. When Mike has been attended to, with his holiday booking, she looks out of her window at the moonlit sky and instantly knows there is atleast another three hours to go before she can call it a night. From her cubicle on the 11 th floor of the massive glass structure, of what was once a faraway suburb of a sleepy city, Anandhi gets a view of the six lane highway lit with passing vehicles and street lights.    On either side of her building are two other massive glass structures brightly lit, floor by floor in the middle of the night.   Thousands of fellow workers are busy helping the Mikes, Rons and Anns of the world with their broken vaccum clea...

My Creepy wild forest is getting dense. There are two butterflies , a pigeon and plenty of honey bees who now have a visitors visa to the little forest.  I would have given them a permanent residency, but for amma who believes that honey bees can be dangerous if they decide to make their home in our creepy wild forest. In the good old days ( which was not so very long ago) when the house sparrows were a common bird. If human kind had not put them on the extinction map i am sure we would have had them chirping around in our creepy little forest. The last time I spotted one was outside the Uffizi  gallery in Florence.  Instinctively I reached out for my camera and clicked them. In the early eighties when Pune was still Poona, we lived there in what was then a suburb surrounded by streams, villages, mountains and a  faraway aerodrome where one Indian airlines plane landed once a day.     In the cold winter days two house sp...

<a href=" http://www.blogadda.com " title="Visit  blogadda.com  to discover Indian blogs" > <img src=" http://www.blogadda.com/ images/blogadda.png " width="80" height="15" border="0" alt="Visit  blogadda.com  to discover Indian blogs"/></a> I hate writing for prompts. It does not appeal to the creative instincts in me.  I feel it clips my wings of creativity. But then I have been suffering from bloggers block for a while now. I am thankful to blog adda.com where  I chanced upon this prompt on WOW ( Write over weekend) that inspired me to shake off my bloggers block and get more disciplined with blogging. This is a long overdue post for my blog on ‘unusual occupations’. Almost an year overdue.    Regulars to this blog have been introduced to the mysterious data entry operator , coconut tree climber, Grocery shop owner and a casino hopping –games programmer in my previous features of...

Yesterday, sitting in the lobby at the Marriott, I could not take my eyes off watching a lady staff with long beautiful lustrous hair, whose job it was to dust the tables, cushions and remove the litter left around in the lobby, that the guests would not care to remove themselves. The session that I was supposed to attend was getting a little over my head. Moreover the room was packed with a thousand people and could have been the place for a kumbh mela style stampede if any more were to be accommodated there. I stepped out for some fresh air and space in the pretext of making a call and attending to some urgent emails.  Jasvinder  came over to the table that I was sitting to do some cleaning up and I let her know that she had lovely long hair. (I do not know Jasvinder by first name … this is the name that I read over from the batch she was wearing over her uniform). She thanked me and walked away pretty pleased with my compliment.  It feels good when someone gen...