He is watching you!

You can always do with a little bit more of any good thing.. !

You cant have enough of, good luck , or CTC or a good hair day! The problem with us is this theory of 'Relative Deprivation.' A friend of mine recently cut short my grumbling about 'love in the times of chicken pox'( my next door neighbours , granny to baby have all been afflicted with it) .....by stating that the problem lay not with my seemingly unfulfilled life but my ability to acknowledge that it could have been much worse. ....Ooops!

Before this starts resembling a lecture from the pulpit ,let's consider one of those finer things which one just cannot have enough of-Productive Relationships.

To have in your kitty 'n' number of productive relationships which dont begin with 'huh' and ....end with a lot of bad words, bad thoughts or 'duh.' is a desirable state of being.
The kind of people one would be keen to have a productive relationship with are lawyers (so that you dont die , or go bankrupt before your verdict comes in)traffic cops(so that they believe your false pregnancy stories every time you skip a red light),newspapermen.gas-men.electricians.cable-men.milk men.sundry house visitors(so that you keep getting a supply of all those essentials which u take for granted, since birth).But the king of kin...have no doubt about it , is your- building guard.

In fact in these terrorist tested times, the building guard and you need to be on completely amicable ,ready to please terms.Why? you ask ,because he pretty well monitors your respectability , doesn't he?.

If your a government 'old chap on the block ' and need a quick sweetener(processing fees) from a member of the disreputable business community of India ,Mr. BG may take a dislike to the ' slick gelled un,' who comes to deliver the goodies turning him away, to leave you wondering on how your going to explain to your wife , that mauritius just aint happening' ?

If you want to invite that delectable piece of office furnishing home, ( when the cat is away, the mice will play etc)well ,Mr. BG may not abide by the old adage and stores in his ragged notebook, your 'lovelies' name , address, mobile number(probably vital stats , if he hates you) and promptly forks it out to the missus on her return as part of his update on the 'comings and goings in ur apartment ,since madaaam was away. '

If your a 'learner ' driver and have scratched the building chairman's big arsed convertible..u could sneak away and appear deeply concerned at the outrage when the issue was discussed in subsequent resident meetings, however if you have been caught in the act by Good 'ole BG .....your reputation and bank account would be besmirched and tarnished forever..wouldn't it?

So here's a salute to the 'God Of Not So Small Things'..The only way of posessing a squeaky clean reputation is to speak Nepali(customisable), have a specialised Nepali caller-tune(customisable) for 'when he deigns to call you' and ...do keep ready tips to help you bridge that gap between suspicious allies to a brother-in-arms PRelationship.