If you work for the IT or the BPO sector and slog your ass overnight you would understand what I mean here.
Morning shift is like a dream, and when you hear the word for the first time, a beautiful image conjures up your mind, Sunrise of the shades of orange, cool morning breeze, The fresh pollution-free air, kids on their way to school, morning joggers sweating it out, people standing randomly around tea stalls, pretty slim figure conscious girls on morning walk, dog owners strolling their dogs.... ahhha what a feeling it would be.... For a change I would be sitting in cab in daylight.
Ohhh.. hold on , did I tell you I live in Noida, Uttar Pradesh ??
All I can see in the morning shift is asses, big ones, small ones, white ones, brown ones, black ones, different colours and sizes, I see so many people doing their morning rituals that I have become immune to other sights.
I see different age groups, different races, different castes, the best example on "National Integrity" can be seen here. With each difference you see a difference in size and shape of the bottle in their hands, I can actually tell you what a person does for his living by one look at his bottle, a mechanic would be seen with a sturdy 'engine oil can' that lasts for years together, a factory worker would usually settle down for a Coke 2 litre bottle, a drunkard would prefer his last empty glass bottle of Bagpiper, However, the Coke bottle remains the favourite.
There is infact a proper system that has evolved for the morning rituals, the kids sit right on the corner of the road, male adults sit about 20 feet off the road and then there are female adults who sit about 35 feet off the road right where you find some bushes high enough to camouflage; just a few feet near that wall that says "namard mayush na ho, milein har ravivar, Hakeem Hashmi, nikat railway fatak, Lal Kuan", or the more frequently seen "Bawasir ek teeke me jad se khatam" ... as if the whole city is suffering from Impotency or bawasir(Piles). For gods sake, we are not impotent, haven't you heard about the so frequent rapes we do, Excuse me sir, we are oozing with 'mardangi'.
The kids even smile at you when you pass by them and if a known neighbor passes by, you can occasionally see him greet the guy with the usual "ram ram uncle jee". Of course the smile and tone depends on the amount left, if he is pushing, you would see the constipated grin and if he is done pushing and is just enjoying the last minute flushing, you would see that satisfactory smile.
Welcome to the morning shit .. oops.. shift.
Morning shift is like a dream, and when you hear the word for the first time, a beautiful image conjures up your mind, Sunrise of the shades of orange, cool morning breeze, The fresh pollution-free air, kids on their way to school, morning joggers sweating it out, people standing randomly around tea stalls, pretty slim figure conscious girls on morning walk, dog owners strolling their dogs.... ahhha what a feeling it would be.... For a change I would be sitting in cab in daylight.
Ohhh.. hold on , did I tell you I live in Noida, Uttar Pradesh ??
All I can see in the morning shift is asses, big ones, small ones, white ones, brown ones, black ones, different colours and sizes, I see so many people doing their morning rituals that I have become immune to other sights.
I see different age groups, different races, different castes, the best example on "National Integrity" can be seen here. With each difference you see a difference in size and shape of the bottle in their hands, I can actually tell you what a person does for his living by one look at his bottle, a mechanic would be seen with a sturdy 'engine oil can' that lasts for years together, a factory worker would usually settle down for a Coke 2 litre bottle, a drunkard would prefer his last empty glass bottle of Bagpiper, However, the Coke bottle remains the favourite.
There is infact a proper system that has evolved for the morning rituals, the kids sit right on the corner of the road, male adults sit about 20 feet off the road and then there are female adults who sit about 35 feet off the road right where you find some bushes high enough to camouflage; just a few feet near that wall that says "namard mayush na ho, milein har ravivar, Hakeem Hashmi, nikat railway fatak, Lal Kuan", or the more frequently seen "Bawasir ek teeke me jad se khatam" ... as if the whole city is suffering from Impotency or bawasir(Piles). For gods sake, we are not impotent, haven't you heard about the so frequent rapes we do, Excuse me sir, we are oozing with 'mardangi'.
The kids even smile at you when you pass by them and if a known neighbor passes by, you can occasionally see him greet the guy with the usual "ram ram uncle jee". Of course the smile and tone depends on the amount left, if he is pushing, you would see the constipated grin and if he is done pushing and is just enjoying the last minute flushing, you would see that satisfactory smile.
Welcome to the morning shit .. oops.. shift.
