Secondly. I am on a lone night shift.
I am sleepy despite having slept most of today. How do people stay home and work? In utter desperation for company, I walked over to the bank to apply for a credit card, invited my neighbour home and chatted about her recent experience with a rat for an hour, spent an hour and a half watching the electrician fix the plugs in my room. (Note to reader: Sweet smell pervading household is not rat, P, it's burning plastic).
Anyway, so I stagger into work.
And think I'll hide in a corner and read my book...
Instead all night, I have to make some calls.
(And you thought we had a modern office?!)
ACP Control Room. East District Control Room. North District Control Room. North-West District Control Room. South District Control Room. South-West District Control Room. PCR. PHQ. Fire. Earthquakes.
"North District Control Room, Mein Bhaskar bol raha hoon," says the wide-awake voice at the other end.
"Haanji sir, kuch hua hai kya... koi vaardaat hui hai kya?" (suppressing giggle, this is some what unreal) say I.
"Nahin ji, madam, sab kuch bilkul shanti hain," he says, as if reassuring me, personally.
What fun. This all night. And then, when dawn breaks...
Met Dept. Flight Delays. Railways. Airport Manager. Airport Director. Tower (ATC)
There's a word for fog... with "D", but I've forgotten... so I'm thinking P will get an early morning wake up call. Oh, is it Dhanaulti? No... that's a place isn't it? Darn. I will have a live chat with the Hindi channel as well, and say what? "Kaafi dhanaulti hui hai?"
Update 2:50 a.m.: It's dhundhla.
