Monday, January 29, 2007

Bulk Deal

It's been 6 months since I bought the LENOVO laptop, along with 200 other IIML batchmates.
The "I" key came off about a month ago. I decided to act on it today.
I expected a decent looking service centre, if not a gleaming office.

I was first greeted by a pomerenian (A white fluffy looking dog, the ones that bite you) from the first floor of a residence.

First Floor.
Bulk Deal of 200 laptops.


I entered the office.I was flooded with memories of my five month long stint at an architectural firm at Delhi. Everything from the little kitchen to the small setup seemed familiar. Then the phone rang.


All these offices also possess a high quality tele-communication system for which exactly ONE personnel is trained at the firm.


"Flash button dabao, phir 26."

"KYA ?"


The secretary habitually allowed the phone to loudly ring twice before interrupting it the third time. These conversations are never subdued. They are meant for all.

I waited.

Somehow the employee were not bothered by the ridiculous mind numbing ringtones - not one, not two, but four of them. Airtel and its products had surely wooed them. It would have been nice if I had spotted the song. But sadly, it seemed like a string of screeching. And these ringtones sang all through the hour I stayed at the office.

At first I could not distinguish the general staff from the engineers . In winters everyone wears drab sweaters. The secretary was aptly dressed in a psydelleic purple salwar suit, but she isn't the focus this time :)


Employee No 2 whined - "abe yaar mera bahut sardard ho raha hai." Then, gracefully using the other chair, he sprawled comfortably and went off to sleep.


First mundu eagerly switched on my laptop. He refreshed the desktop a few times till he was satisfied.
"Haan, to laptop mein problem kya hai ?"
I explained the issue. He told me this was not the first. There had been many cases.
"Arre kuch ke to poore left ke keys nikal gaye the."

I shuddered.
The real engineer entered.
I carried the laptop to the other room.
Mundu followed.
I explained the problem to the engineer.

Mundu blurted - "Aap isme feviquik kyon nahi laga dete ?"
Engineer gave a cold stare to mundu. The engineer tried convincing me that this was an unusual thing to have happened. I reiterated what the mundu had told me. The engineer oozed embarrassment.
Mundu quitely exited.

I asked, "What's wrong with all these bulk deal laptops. Ye aise hi kaise nikal jaaega ?"
The engineer gave it his best shot - "Ho sakta hai isme koi thread phas gaya ho, aur aapne jab jor se kheecha ho, to key bhi baahar nikal gaya hoga." (A thread might have got stuck inside. And when you yanked it, the key must have fallen out.)

Yup, that's exactly what happened.
I still retained my trust in LENOVO.

"So what about the warranty ?"
"No. Mechanical Damage warranty mein nahi aata."

"To abhi kya karoon ?"

Engineer confessed - "Hamaare boss ka bhi laptop keyboard kharaab hai. Unka to ENTER key nikla hua hai."

"SO ?", I asked.
He pointed to the tiny blue prick that was stuck under the I key.
"Aap issi ko dabaa kar kaam kar sakte hain. Bilkul theek chalega."

I cursed.

"That's it ? There's nothing else you can do ?"
"Haan poora keyboard badal sakte hain. Aapka laptop service centre bhej sakte hain."

I shuddered, wondering about all the assingments that were stuck inside the black box.
"Try finding the piece that'll fix the I key", I said.
"Haan. Agar milta hai, to phone kar doonga."

I sighed and walked out.
The pomerenian licked me on the way down.
Excellent service indeed.

Monday, January 01, 2007

Happy New Year

There is a certain sense of regret with which we general junta announce our new year plans.

"So what are you doing for new years ?"

"I amm....ya ...will be amm...staying at know parents and all.... and aaj kal who goes to yes...i'll be home."

People blab long enough so that they have justified their lame-ness of not doing some dhik-chick-dhik-chick dance with some chick on 31st december.

India ki junta !! New Years at home is not lame at all. You don't need to party to be prepared for the next batch of rugged 365 days.

Junta at colleges of course get away with their answer, because it is assumed that he who decideth to spendeth new years at college, will haveth a good time. (not a shakespearean quote).

So wherever you are, whatever you are doing, take a deep breath and step into the new year with a smile.
Happy New Year.

(p.s : surprised at my own new found optimism)