Humein kya bura tha marna, agar ek baar hota

 My office-mate kills me everyday with the number of questions he asks me. Even ignoring doesn't make him stop pestering me. I almost feel like an irritated parent, except that I don't quite love this adopted 30 year old "kid" of mine. 

Just when I think I am ignoring too much and being rude and start being polite, he comes at me with another chain of questions.

Here is a small sample set: The questions I was asked in the last hour or so. Only those that I recollect now..



How were the seats in your night train to Barcelona?
Could you sleep?
Was there no place to lie down on the floor?
Was anyone lying down on the floor?
When you took the train, was there a power outlet in the train?
Did you carry your laptop?

When does the next semester begin?
Where can I find the exact dates?
How do you spell rektorat?

When is the InfSec exam?
Why do they not announce the date now?

Have you prepared the solutions for the exercise?
When will you do them?

What do you play with that racquet?
Where do you play?

When did you arrive today?
When will you leave?
Do you have any plans for the weekend?
Do you want to go to Vienna for the weekend?

What are you writing?
What are you working on?
Are these your results or the summary of what you read?
What is this webpage?
Do you write a blog?
A math blog?
Oh, a casual blog?

Until when will you stay here today?

Do you have the key to the office?
 Till when are you here?
Are you here for another half an hour?

Do you travel in Switzerland?




As the famous line from Ghalib goes: "Humein kya bura tha marna, agar ek baar hota"