Name: BoodBooda (also referred to as BurrBurra by the dehliyites.. Spelling errors intended)
Sex: Male
Age: Major (Qualifies to run for the post of the president… but "walks" actually.)
Height: 5' 10"
Brain:Body Mass = A large number (at all times other than 6:00 am/pm suffers from a classical case of semi-sardar-no-turbanisis, which causes his bell to ring at 6 instead of the predestined 12). His number is affected by 2 facts… 1. He does not sport a turb… due to which his projected brain size is reduced… and 2. He gulps beer by the gallon resulting in very distinctly projected Body mass.
There is not one party that goes by where he (hence forth called lovingly as boods) does not bring up the mention of booze, as u see 80% of his body mass is filled with the frothy golden liquid (and by frothy golden liquid i mean beer ... this explanation is for the ppl with narrow minds and even narrower attitude towards life).
Well boods is in no way narrow(mentally as well as physically)... you would have to redefine narrow to wide in order for him to fit the title (COBOL jargon... non techs please excuse).
Over all he is one fun loving guy who potrays a general sense of dis satisfaction at the way the company treats him...always getting into trouble with "the constant in the calculation of the area of a circle" (project specific chipher... needs a double digit IQ to dechipher, if you are not a person from the same project as boods... dont even bother to check your IQ).
Technically he is a tester ( i wanted to name this episode "the testis done (Intentionally spelt without a space)" but then changed it to the thing that he more often indulges in...) but he spends more time drinking, oogling at babes, swimming, creating wave pools for the ppl in the swimming pool and his patented talent of creating a jaccuzzi in the bath tub... than the amount of time spent in testing.
The guy has the memory of at least 10TB (999Gb in his PC and the rest on his head) and he distinctly remembers all the data for the test cases and tests are done in a breeze.
He is shy when it comes to gurls... well as a matter of fact we both are... I some how think that he has a JAT gene somewhere.
For those of us who dont have a clue who Jats are, here’s Wikipedia to the rescue:
" The Jats/Jatts (Hindi: जाट,Punjabi: ਜੱਟ, Urdu: جاٹ) of Northern India and Pakistan, are descendants of Indo-Aryan tribes.
In India, they inhabit the states of Punjab, Haryana, Rajasthan, Delhi, Uttar Pradesh, Madhya Pradesh, and Gujarat. In Pakistan, they are found in the provinces of Punjab and Sindh.
The Jats ,like most South Asians,are mostly farmers;however they are also found in many other professions. A large number of Jats serve in the Indian Army, including the Jat Regiment, Rajputana Rifles, Sikh Regiment and the Grenadiers, among others.
The Jat regions in India are among the most prosperous on a per-capita basis (Haryana, Punjab, and Gujarat are among the wealthiest of Indian states).”
Put in a subtle way they are dense individuals inhabiting the northern flange of the Indian subcontinent who also share the same problem of expressing their love for ppl. They are so dense that they kill each other over a girl and the girl does not even have the faintest idea that she is a WMD.
But our dear boods is not so fierce, as a matter of fact we had the crush on the same female in our company… aware of his “gene” I entered into a “graceful exit” treaty with him… saved my skin…
K-gyan: graceful exit: a concept highly beneficial in the “single Phool multiple maali” environments where the other maalis agree to throw down their Fawdas and walk away if the phool falls for a maali. (One note of caution: The Fawda remains as long as the phool remains in the tree)
If you are wondering abt who the girl fell for… she probably ran away with some one from her own batch… (Don’t worry boods, she doesn’t have a clue what she has missed ;), that is apart from the free Jacuzzi)
I guess I have covered all aspect of the flatulence extempore and provided the readers with some gyan in the process... ( i always give importance to the process of imparting gyan... for gyan is what makes the world go round, without gyan.. well ppl would make it go elliptical)
The reason why I was in a position to write a lot abt this person is because we share a lot of things in common (except for unmentionables , not that we are judgemental about it, but purely because of size constraints… his is too large for me and mine hardly fits him ;) )
Put your hands together for the round faced, beer guzzler…boodbooda.
Sex: Male
Age: Major (Qualifies to run for the post of the president… but "walks" actually.)
Height: 5' 10"
Brain:Body Mass = A large number (at all times other than 6:00 am/pm suffers from a classical case of semi-sardar-no-turbanisis, which causes his bell to ring at 6 instead of the predestined 12). His number is affected by 2 facts… 1. He does not sport a turb… due to which his projected brain size is reduced… and 2. He gulps beer by the gallon resulting in very distinctly projected Body mass.
There is not one party that goes by where he (hence forth called lovingly as boods) does not bring up the mention of booze, as u see 80% of his body mass is filled with the frothy golden liquid (and by frothy golden liquid i mean beer ... this explanation is for the ppl with narrow minds and even narrower attitude towards life).
Well boods is in no way narrow(mentally as well as physically)... you would have to redefine narrow to wide in order for him to fit the title (COBOL jargon... non techs please excuse).
Over all he is one fun loving guy who potrays a general sense of dis satisfaction at the way the company treats him...always getting into trouble with "the constant in the calculation of the area of a circle" (project specific chipher... needs a double digit IQ to dechipher, if you are not a person from the same project as boods... dont even bother to check your IQ).
Technically he is a tester ( i wanted to name this episode "the testis done (Intentionally spelt without a space)" but then changed it to the thing that he more often indulges in...) but he spends more time drinking, oogling at babes, swimming, creating wave pools for the ppl in the swimming pool and his patented talent of creating a jaccuzzi in the bath tub... than the amount of time spent in testing.
The guy has the memory of at least 10TB (999Gb in his PC and the rest on his head) and he distinctly remembers all the data for the test cases and tests are done in a breeze.
He is shy when it comes to gurls... well as a matter of fact we both are... I some how think that he has a JAT gene somewhere.
For those of us who dont have a clue who Jats are, here’s Wikipedia to the rescue:
" The Jats/Jatts (Hindi: जाट,Punjabi: ਜੱਟ, Urdu: جاٹ) of Northern India and Pakistan, are descendants of Indo-Aryan tribes.
In India, they inhabit the states of Punjab, Haryana, Rajasthan, Delhi, Uttar Pradesh, Madhya Pradesh, and Gujarat. In Pakistan, they are found in the provinces of Punjab and Sindh.
The Jats ,like most South Asians,are mostly farmers;however they are also found in many other professions. A large number of Jats serve in the Indian Army, including the Jat Regiment, Rajputana Rifles, Sikh Regiment and the Grenadiers, among others.
The Jat regions in India are among the most prosperous on a per-capita basis (Haryana, Punjab, and Gujarat are among the wealthiest of Indian states).”
Put in a subtle way they are dense individuals inhabiting the northern flange of the Indian subcontinent who also share the same problem of expressing their love for ppl. They are so dense that they kill each other over a girl and the girl does not even have the faintest idea that she is a WMD.
But our dear boods is not so fierce, as a matter of fact we had the crush on the same female in our company… aware of his “gene” I entered into a “graceful exit” treaty with him… saved my skin…
K-gyan: graceful exit: a concept highly beneficial in the “single Phool multiple maali” environments where the other maalis agree to throw down their Fawdas and walk away if the phool falls for a maali. (One note of caution: The Fawda remains as long as the phool remains in the tree)
If you are wondering abt who the girl fell for… she probably ran away with some one from her own batch… (Don’t worry boods, she doesn’t have a clue what she has missed ;), that is apart from the free Jacuzzi)
I guess I have covered all aspect of the flatulence extempore and provided the readers with some gyan in the process... ( i always give importance to the process of imparting gyan... for gyan is what makes the world go round, without gyan.. well ppl would make it go elliptical)
The reason why I was in a position to write a lot abt this person is because we share a lot of things in common (except for unmentionables , not that we are judgemental about it, but purely because of size constraints… his is too large for me and mine hardly fits him ;) )
Put your hands together for the round faced, beer guzzler…boodbooda.
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