So, I have this very distinguished looking colleague at work who often goads me to write on subjects that he believes are apt for me. The operating word here being ‘believes’ which roughly translates to “the topic is decided, you just write”…
As my readers may have noticed I keep writing on a plethora of subjects that range from the city’s infrastructure to the travails of Cassini in Saturn’s orbit and a lot of these topics have been handed over to me by my duly mentioned friend Babu.
Last evening while he sipped on his coffee and raised his eyebrows at the quality of journalism in our newspapers, he looked up and said, “Jd, there is this man who dug a tunnel from his house to the pub downtown. I think this makes for a perfect piece for you to write on.”
So here I am writing a piece on some man ( bless his soul ) who dug a tunnel to have a drink.
Now I wonder why anyone in his senses would dig a tunnel over months to fetch a drink, when he could just walk over and buy himself one.
But I guess, it would not be as newsworthy. We all are up on interesting stories of how prisoners escaped high security prisons by digging tunnels and making their way out in the dead of the night.
But this is about the pub and all the lovely things you get there. I understand his excitement. And the tunnel in all probability has something to do with his matrimonial status. In the best interest of personal safety, I shall desist from explaining this hypothesis in greater detail. This is all that you need to know my readers.
While I am still figuring why my buddy though this apt for me, an innovative yet practical idea comes to my mind. As most of my readers may know, I inhabit ( along with other brave members of my family, my extended family of animals and other living creatures ) the dense jungles of Pisoli. Well, not so dense now thanks to our good old real estate sector who believe they are in mushroom farming. Any crevice and pop comes a building.
Size doesn’t matter really, as long as it is ‘NIBM extension’, ‘road touch’, ‘scenic splendour’ or ‘Italian amenities’.
It is obviously left to you to figure how important the roads, water and such trivia are to your lives, considering you have Italian amenities and are ‘road touch’ !!
So, as I was saying, Pisoli is a lovely place to be in and this brilliant pub tunnel plan may just be the solution to my woes. Considering our approach road is modelled on the lunar surface ( save the absence of Armstrong and Aldrin ) the tunnel would probably be the smoothest ride out.
Jolly good idea, I would imagine. I just need to plot this whole damn thing on Google maps to figure the logistics. I would also obviously need to ensure there are some basic amenities ( will skip the Italian! ) such as one pit-stop which is generously endowed with a mini fridge and some chips etc.
No frills you see, Just the basic lighting, some chilled beer and a bag or two of good old chips.
Think of the amazing prospects here. You can have a damn thunderstorm and yet get out, party and slink back into the lush green of Pisoli. Now, I see a bright light at the end of this tunnel business finally !
So, my readers may I now give you the task of suggesting whether I should have this tunnel exit at a pub or a lounge..!
On that note, please allow me to get back to my task of locating the right civil engineer to help me on this.
Jd also consults in Consumer Neuroscience and Neuromarketing, both of which are integral to his brand interventions.