India Gate

Gawwwd !! I hate it. Anand Caterers has been at its best since the last survey and the price hike but precisely, still sucks. No its not that bad, I see the interns around, quite excited for lunch. After all, who gets a hotel kinda food, that too daily, that too for a paltry ten bucks. But I detest it, guess that's the reason I have switched to dieting (one fruit lunch, KC gets me a couple of rotis, Lambu his homemade curry, Chinu his half the paraantha, and how can I forget DD - yeah, she too has cut down her meals, to eleven rotis as of now - who spares me with her dessert). Darn it !! Bad lunch.

But India Gate (I have no idea why we call that that) keeps the spirits on, that's the only reason I wait for lunch, to lurch in those shady areas of ST building, to sit back and relax behind that carmine wall, we call it The Wall - a masterpiece in itself, to laugh at our drivels or to quibble over the fact that some arbit wench should be called a fatso or not. Ha !!

Workplace, no boy !! India Gate is a whole lot different. Its vagaries unravel all our stuffed professionalism and brings out the bon-homie of our group. Our managers surely envies us, seeing us seizing all the fun. Ye ye yeah.. we surely do.
It's a place I meet my friends, just friends, for a quality fifteen minutes. Those fifteen minutes, I guess, at India Gate are worth eight hours of my stiff mental state, 'cause there, I feel... just nice.