Biscuit Sneaker

The pantry of the office I work has these nice dabbas full of biscuits of various shapes and sizes. To make things even better they keep on recycling the brands every two or three days. I am told that empirical studies conducted at the Britania labs has shown that chewing biscuits leads to groundbreaking ideas and increase productivity. So everyday at around 6:30 pm I go the pantry armed with my coffee mug to fill it with the addictive steaming black liquid and grab a couple of biscuits to munch upon as I commence to solve the unsolved riddles of computing industry like how many browser windows can be simultaneously opened before my Win XP is stoned immaculate. Incidentally that is also the time when most of the mere mortals who are either much more competent than me in time-management skills or doesn't dare to realm into the unknown territories of complex task-solving pack their bags and leave for home to vote for the next Indian/Singapore/US idol. But today's visit was unique enough to feature in this coveted blog. As I am busy measuring that my creamer doesnot exceed from the prescribed amount by the last nano-gram there enters a Wally look-alike. Wally opens the biscuit tin, picks up an assorted collection of his favourite shapes and sizes. So far so good, nothing blog-worthy happens and I am engrossed in preparation of my concoction. Then he wraps them with a kitchen tissue and tucks them inside his bag and walks out whistling a tune that could have been from the Hindi number "Chori Chori Chupke Chupke".

I stand there with a cup of coffee and a dumb expression trying to figure out whether an IT engineer doesn't make enough money to buy a pack of biscuit ? Or is it that stolen biscuits send a soothing vibe across your neurones every time you take the bite? Or it is to do with the motto Free ka maal...dariya main daal.