Soulful Ramblings

Viky: It’s better to be a virtuous beggar than a murderous millionaire. --------------------------------------------------- Nars: People who have made losses are still dear to the bosses. -------------------------------------------------- Viky: Relax. This is just one of those days. Amy: This is one of those months for me. -------------------------------------------------- Koch: I can explain it to you. I can’t comprehend it for you. -------------------------------------------------- Viky: Most people here have joined via reference. Amy: Yeah, look at our bosses. -------------------------------------------------- Viky: You don’t require to go to a gym if you visit a bank in India. -------------------------------------------------- Viky: Anything that is theoretically good is practically bad. -------------------------------------------------- Viky sends an attachment. Boss: This is neat. Viky: I like my whisky the same way. --...

At a restaurant after meal Amy: Is there anything on my face? Momo: Disappointment. ----------------------------------- Subs: Money is not enough. Coming here and torturing people is like his cocaine. He gets high on that. ----------------------------------- Viky: He has built a career on the misfortune of others. ----------------------------------- Amy: Your sanitizer needs a sanitizer. ----------------------------------- Amy: Those guys can’t handle girls screaming at them. Unless they are in bed. That will give them a major ego boost. ----------------------------------- Amy: It’s not good to be too good. ----------------------------------- Amy: Self-deprecating humour is always appreciated. ----------------------------------- Viky: A writer’s best friend is not a dog, but a dictionary. ----------------------------------- Amy: Hey, listen to this. Be who you were before all that stuff happened that dimmed your shine. Viky: I think I’l...

A poem Vivek made for me. Before you begin reading, you must know that my colleague and dear friend Vivek pronounces soft Ts as hard Ts. Oh Amruta, oh Amruta Why don’t u go to Calcutta? And eat Paneer Mutta Alongside your favourite kutta Even if your dil is tutta

My colleague Vivek and I composed this poem together for our CTO’s birthday. When our air conditioner caught fire one day Ankit Sir came running to our bay As we ran helter skelter in fear He bravely put it out with the extinguisher Ankit Sir stands tall by accomplishing great deeds While always fulfilling his organization’s needs Humble, often carrying a gentle smile He’s a mentor to all, young and senile Virus, Trojans and Scammers beware! Because he can even trounce ‘Ransomware’ Stop wondering why our servers are never down It’s because Ankit sir is always in town