Everyone ate with their hands.
Everyone jested with table manners.
Everyone talked deafeningly.
The CDs sat with their interns.
Everyone suddenly seemed to become an equal down there.
People cracked jokes, dissected soccer games.
Even discoursed about office politics.
Watched matches on the telly hoisted on the wall.
And dug out of each other's colourful lunch boxes.
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We took a little tour around the buffet spread.
On the menu were the following items:
- Jeera rice
- Roti
- Rajma (of course)
- Boondi raita
- Keema mattar
- Aloo gobi
- Shahi paneer
- Gulab jamun (to end on a sweet note)
Honestly, seemed almost like a wedding spread to me.
Too overwhelmed by the people and hyperactivities, I could hardly concentrate on the food anymore.
So just bought one roti and a bowlful of keema and found ourselves two empty seats in one of the quieter corners.
I could already feel some ideas for the scripts reeling in my head.
And wanted to finish lunch asap to be able to add some flesh to them.
But lunch seemed to be quite the leisurely, gossip-drenched affair for the most of them there at Ogilvy.
No one looked like they were in the slightest hurry to leave.
[ Or so at least this picture seemed. ]
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