It’s winter — you’ll catch a cold, cough, and be sick in bed. Doctors tell you to drink warm water, but it’s winter — your body freezes to the point of immobility. So instead of going to the kitchen and getting hot water, you just drink cold water and show up to work because you only get two sick leaves — and then make a couple more colleagues sick. Good plan if you want to reduce the profits of Q4. But if you get a kettle, you can have warm water in your bedroom, maybe not get sick, and actually use your sick leaves to lie in bed and binge anime.
Winter is the worst time to order food online. That fiery wood-fired pizza, when finally delivered, feels like wood. Your soup turns into a cocktail. So eat as soon as the food is cooked — like someone just returned from a land of famine. Don’t say, ‘I’ll finish my call and eat’. Don’t keep the plate and scroll for a show while your food is losing its TRP. Also, if you get snacky, try chikki instead of warming your hands on exhaust pipes.
Winter is the only season when many English songs finally make sense — You Are My Sunshine, Sunshine on My Shoulders by John Denver, Ain’t No Sunshine by Bill Withers, even Suraj Ki Baahon Mein from ZNMD. From 7.30 am to 9 am, the sun is actually enjoyable; you finally understand what the lyricists were talking about. These songs, which sound like heat warnings in summer, finally make sense.
This winter, be the ant, not the grasshopper. And if you don’t know the story, you’ll find out on your next sick leave.
Sandesh
@msgfromsandesh
(This comedian is here to tell funny stories about Hyderabad)
(The writer’s views are his own)
