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Tuesday, August 29, 2006

The Lord of the Keys - The fellowship

Long long ago, at the time when all this longing business started, there was a long boy. Not that he was born long, but because he was born long long ago, it can be assumed that he was long.

And not so long long ago, he happened to live in a village not very far far away from another village which was far far away from everything else. This long boy who had now become an old short man came to be known as MAGA.

It happened that MAGA was a retired professor who taught some poor unlucky fellows who happened to land up in an institute of higher studies which long long ago was made in the middle of nowhere. Also, long long ago this place had the longest railway platform in the world.

Maga had lots of problems in this world.

The first one was that he was a watchman in his village, and that too a famous one
The second was that he had to carry a hell lot of keys with him, wherever he went.
And the third, one fine day he lost all the keys.

It all happened on that wretched day of 29th August. Maga was explaining his students the steps to be considered while designing a sewage line.

“…and the most important thing is that the number of pigs that you would allow to get inside the pipeline. A safety factor of 2 is to be considered. Proper ventilation is to be provided to take care of the piggies.”

Maga, being from a village not so far far away, was a simpleton. He had no idea of the advances technology had made in this world. He still talked about dbase 3 plus when even the Sardars knew about natural language processing (I do not know either of them).

He was talking about the new revolution in technology, about the fact that now we have plastic pipelines, and that people can calculate the distance between 2 lines very easily (without having to bother about why the formula is as the way it is) and that they have found another way to multiply 2 vectors (Oh god! It was so difficult in his days).

He also told us about a very good company and he forgot what that company makes.

“..dankuni.. They make railway… they make only railway… your project is in fibre glass?? They are making a …. They make railway… I asked them, why don’t you make a… They are very old, very near to Dankuni railway station, walkable distance…”

Not even once did he tell us what the company exactly does or what he asked them to make. He then started explaining about how a site, where an engineer is going to work, be selected.

It should have a river flowing on one side, and a gate on the other. There should be a good cook; you know food is very important. So you should have a good kitchen, a nice office and a cozy bed room. You can have a store, if you want to store some civil engineering equipment, but it’s not a necessity.


Please click on the image to have a better view. I have taken a lot of pains in making it!!!

Then there should be a watchman’s quarter where Maga would live. Of course, he’ll need a dog!! And the dog will have to have a separate house in the other corner! If you wish you can have a bathroom near the river end. It need not be ultra-modern state-of-the-art bathroom. A simple “lota” will do, or you could have a make shift shed. Do not forget to install a lab for our well known environmentalist Dr. AKG. Yes, if you are not mistaken, he was the same guy who brought a revolution in environmental impact assessment by suggesting a pollen emitting factory to be surrounded all around by huge majestic walls, 20 meters in height.

After all this crap and a huge discussion on nothing, Maga left the room.

But he did one mistake. He was not the last guy to leave the room. I was.

He lost his precious…..

To be continued....