Sunday, January 25, 2009

Piplani ka HEAT CHAMBER

Lucknow, the land of nawabs and kababs, is very beautiful and probably the only place to look out for in UP. I, along with my friends, mannan, varun and kakkar went there for some sort of training during the summer of 2006.

On reaching there, we had to look out for a place to stay. We went to see some hostels, of which most looked shabby and cramped for space, smelling obnoxiously. though we finally chose one, it was more like choosing the best among the worst.
and the owner was some lady called PIPLANI.

For a place like lucknow, we did expect it to be a little hot but as we found out, it wasn't just hot, it was scorching hot. The room we got had bare minimum of everything, frankly speaking, it was short of everything. Three beds for four people......two mattresses for three bed.....and one pillow. Washroom was at some distance with nothing special to mention about.

On the very first day, we realized we don't need an alarm clock, sun would stare into our room very early and bathe us in warm sunlight till everyone of us felt we were in jacuzzi.

Although getting up in the morning became easy, sleeping at night was equally tough. four of us were sandwiched in two beds which were by no means rose petals. Equally frustrating was the availability of one pillow. We never thought we would have to fight for one pillow. So, out of four, one would sleep (who got the pillow), one would watch movie(on laptop.....kakkar had one), and the remaining two would curse piplani for her over generosity and gratefulness for making us so very comfortable.


We complained and soon we got a cooler. We were very ecstatic and thought may be the great hitler has bulged and has heeded to our demands. But the cooler worked in the opposite way. It would pump in hot air from outside and the so called water pump never worked. our room becane a perfect heat chamber. We never complained thereafter,
cooler maanga tha to warmer mila, ab mun khola to pata nahin kya milega


Reading newspaper in the morning was the toughest job. We got hindi newspapers only and deciphering them was tougher than climbing everest. We would just go through the pics and guess who is in the news and why.........

Food given to us was great, it looked as if it wasn't cooked but INVENTED
Dinner used to be better, at least we didn't had to guess the ingredients, it tasted same everytime.

Meanwhile, Our training was going on smoothly. out of 4 hrs. of stipulated time, we devoted only 2 and spent rest of the day at SAHARAGUNJ, the biggest mall in lucknow.

That 15 day training in lucknow was a great learning curve for all of us. We can never forget that room where we were baked literally but enjoyed every bit of it.

6 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Seriously dude..those were the worst days of our life...

12:24 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

bt they were better than office life....saharganj main time bitane main to masti aati thi...aur gandotre tune us secretary ke bare main to kuch likha hi nahin jo tujhpe line marti thi [:P]

1:32 AM  
Blogger EASHAN SALHOTRA said...

ye wali kahani nahi suni thi ..
roorkee wali bhi suna do ab..

10:29 PM  
Blogger Ankush said...

are roorkee wali is se bhi dangerous hai

10:36 PM  
Blogger SAURABH AGGARWAL said...

that ws some experience.. yaar kon hai ye secretary??? hume nahi battaya kabhi....

11:48 AM  
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