VATIKA > DBS

2007 Oct 1st

VATIKA > DBS

I love the Vatika office. Period.
From DBS Centre, miles ahead.
You’ll talk of the distance? Oh yeah,
But let me assuage your fear.

If you give the rush hour a miss
Your eyebrows will never crease!
I made the distance in 40 minutes flat
Even Indirapuram-colleagues reached at the drop of a hat!

I saw happy faces, though all the way from Noida
Drove merrily along with songs of Anaida
There is so much energy about the entire place
And so much style, so much grace!

The colour schemes are robust and young
The phones are chic, you’ll break into a song
If you sit on these chairs with perfect back rest
DBS, from now, will be referred only in jest.

A wonderful innova came calling
Though 45 minutes late, was galling !
But the ride was a jiffy
Though the co-riders were, a bit if-fy !

They were cold and distant, and a touch snooty
Asked how many years of Accenture service I had in my booty
“Just joined today, the 1st of October”
Hey, that doesn’t take the conversation far!

Snoring replaced the fledgling conversation
I looked out at the Qutub Minar, pride of a nation
If my way to DBS had the purana quila
Way to Vatika had Qutub, to my senses, a shot of tequila.

Offcourse, the sight of Gurgaon is an assault on senses
Dusty and arid, it takes down your defences
It is a concrete and glass jungle out there
Blazing on the eye, you can hardly stare.

But the good thing is, it’ll cut down the smoking
Every time, going out to dust plains is simply choking
I loved the pantry as well, the variety is more
Just next door to us, not at all a chore.

Better still, you’re not restricted to the SIT CD
You brush shoulders with entire Accenture tree
From HR to Facilities, and Project Management
To gel with all, Vatika is a catalytic agent.

By the time it was time to leave
Remember, the rush hour traffic to cleave
We left at 6.00 pm sharp
Or else, my cab-mates might carp


This time, it was much more friendly
Getting over the ice-breaking ungainly
It all started with Mughlai food
What else on earth is any good?

It turned out to my utter glee
All my cab-mates, the he and the she
Were food-fanatics. Does it sound familiar?
I was missing Sandy Khanna. Oh, dear!

Talk veered from Kareems in Jama Masjid or Nijamuddin
Who could whisk up kebabs like the Genie of Aladdin
Secret recipes behind the Afghani roti
Nargisi Kofta? Or Kebabs Boti?

Two Muslims from Aligarh graced the car
Both steeped in Tehzeeb, as khandani muslims are
The conversation moved between Urdu and English
And Bangla sometimes, with traces of Hilsha or ilish

A Delhi-ite Bengali from CR Park
Tall, handsome, and a tad dark
Was the robust progenitor of the conversation
He sounded more like a gastronomic radio station

I took running notes of the food joints
And noted down recipes, their salient points
Uploaded the information on my Central server
The person I serve, my life preserver

My WIFE, silly ! Who else would manage that cuisine?
Of the school of cooking, she was a dean
She gravely asked me the masalas to use
Then grimly did my notes she peruse.


So now, I am in a win-win point
Since Lady Luck did I anoint
To have mughlai at home, and eat out too
Guys have one blessing. I have two!

I reiterate with conviction
I hope from Vatika there’ll be no eviction
Let us at least stay for a year to let the place sink in
Other wise, moving to Infinity in two months, gives me a feeling sinking.

Let us all join hands and clap the day
We moved to Vatika, let us here stay.
There’ll be detractors, but who can refute?
Only for clean toilets, it’s worth the commute.