Paaji on the bus

I had the incredible luck of meeting a genuine, honest-to-goodness Dilli Da Bhapa on the bus today, back home from work... since there are only about a handful of Desi families in Bradenton, it was easy to network with this blast from the past...turns out every family in this city has atleast one active RN as a member...and he was no exception... it felt nice to talk loudly in profanity-laden punjabi after such a long time...I usually hum to nusrat's tunes while i'm busy in my own work, but it'd be great if i got to use our colourful swears, curses and F-words at work...instead of the bland and unimaginative english ones used to convey one's thoughts and feelings to a co-worker. Most of the times, the f-word is just sprinkled over the conversation as and when seasoning is required... like salt...it would be so much fun, like in Indian cooking, to have a whole spice-box of expressions, and use it judiciously to create a veritable verbal Garam Masala...

In more news, Verizon has really FUBAR'd my net connection..if they don't get it going by friday, I'm changing service providers for sure.