The Engineering Twins

Alas! The stage is set. The seed has been sown. Two aspiring engineers will try to reclaim what is their birth right as they climb the rungs of this office's ladder. In my last days here, as an unsuccessful high profile architect, viz consultant, graphic design assistant, network supporter and nonplussed pig, I will let my shorts drop. As of August 19th, the demons would have been exorcised. No after tastes or hearburns.

You have previously made aquaintance with Alex, the komodo dragon from Rancho Cucamonga, the fear factory from Fontana, who bleeds liquid tortilla and shits Coca Cola crown caps. Now it is time for me to introduce two more additions to the Santa Monica mob, the Nowhere family after I was pinched last week. It will be a graceful exit as I take my final bow and leave the stage comforting my buttcheek that's been hurting. To the left is K Gandhi, the bovine from Buffalo, NY and to the right is Pete, the canine from Berkeley, CA. The Engineering twins. That doesn't mean that they listen to triphop or have stubby buttonholes that look alike. They are engineers with a deep dish caliber interest in type V framing. Atleast, thats what they do here at work, when not developing a sign language for squirrels seeking citizenship.

Pete's a engg student at UC Berkeley who'd taken up studies after several attempts at being a superhero. His alter-ego was supposed to be Plumber-Boy. The weapon of choice was a self-adjusting wrench with which he intended to perform amazing super human tasks like eating hotdogs and running blue lines. Or pigging out at Mongolian barbeques. Unfortunately, the attempts were unsuccessful because his idea of saving the world was suggesting lunch at Mongolian barbeques, time and time again, every friggin' day. He joined the team last November, worked during the hoilday season and then returned to school. He's now back with a vengeance and this time around he's promised to successfully convince Alex at changing his sexual orientation and switching from Diet Coke to Cherry Coke. Good luck PETE! Godspeed, my good friend!!

Kavin on the other hand is a guy from my city, Mumbai. The last name's Gandhi, full name's Kavin Gandhi. Violence is his middle initial and 'coolman' is his vibe. Gandhi was freezing his nuts off in Buffalo while working towards a Engg masters after a failed attempt at writing lyrics and being R Kelly's other partner. He'd messed up the lyrics for 'I believe I can fly' by calling it 'I believe I can unzip my fly.' Gandhi has since joined our office and spends time learning framing from Pete and the boss when he's not bargaining market values of fresh produce over his flipflop-fone.

And so, those are the engineering twins, say 'hello' people! They're inseperable at the moment, taking smoke breaks together and even deciding the fate of 2x4's in the blink of an eye. When that's not going on, they're busy harassing the heck outta Alex by emptying his sparkling water bottles and filling it with water. Just last week they decided to bug Eddie, but decided otherwise in the nick of time after realizing he had a third nipple. I'm leaving the office in their caring hands.. I hope they do justice to this circus!