It can't get any madder than Budget Day. Note the caps. Though half the people don't know what's happening. But Major General keeps his cards close to his chest which is why there is major anticipation when the password protected FP comes through. Naval commander (western region) was hovering and hyperventilating even as a policy of divide and fool was enforced by Kevin (who btw is still checking pages cos he wants to sleep peacefully for the rest of the year).
Rinky's first budget was an exercise in boredom while jawan Patrick devoured sweets like they were meant to create more cavities so that he could meet his dentist more often. Avinash Amar Singh meanwhile told Maddy not to overreact over non-issues. Hmmm.
Chalo that's about it. Oh I forgot. The coffee machine remained bereft.

Right. I don't care if the coffee machine is bereft. And the coffee machine shouldn't bother either. Cos it's going to stay bereft. But what about the poor reporters? They're so young and its so sad to see them disillusioned like this. Poor Rukmini. Fortunately she remembered her current boyfriend. But others are very upset.

It was a dull day in the madhouse. Which is not to say there was not enough madness. Just that non-happenings led to insane reactions.
Ms Gupta didn't turn up on the floor and the RE refused to answer personal questions on the comings and goings. We suppose he was depressed.
The coffee machine looked pretty bereft too.
But one person did come back. That's the news editor, who had apparently been sent to Delhi to work on the budget. But we think he went over-budget. Had lots of chicken Tikka and what's more has returned a bi. We did have our doubts.

Finally, the wait is over.

So, this can happen only in our newsroom. The newsroom of the world's biggest newspaper. Where a joint news editor was chased all over the floor by a trainee reporter for not taking her story. He's a fit guy who says she was nowhere in the picture and this is called giving reporters a run for their stories. Nevertheless, the entire staff applauded (I think for the entertainment). It all started when she was passing by the desk and the JNE asked her where her story was. She replied in all seriousness that she had finished it and it was being cleared. To which the clown said it's ok, we don't need it anyway. Can hardly blame her, what say?

Incidentally, JNE now says this place is a circus and it was one since a long time, much before he joined. He's been here forever so I can imagine Mr Murthy and Mr Poker running around.

Meanwhile, Maddy blames all her ill fortune on me and Avinash is so bored he is thinking of proposing to his darling Patrick. And Mallika is on her own printer finding spree.

More from the madhouse soon.