My colleague and team mate, Sharad, had a realization. He told me, “Orlee, you know what? I need to join these choir group things. So that our boss can also allow me to come home early.”
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My Indian colleagues taught me some dirty Indian words. One was “Chutiya” which means crazy.
So when I kept referring to Sharad, the one who taught me, “Chutiya, come here…”, “Thanks, Chutiya…” and things like that he finally told me the story of Latshiva.
Latshiva was a god who gave a right to a steward to kill anyone, anything, anytime. When the steward decided to kill Latshiva himself, Latshiva saw that there was a loophole in his rules.
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked Sharad.
“Because I was the one who taught you these words and you are using it on me,” he answered.
“So what are you saying?” I had to ask.
“Don’t tell me these. To others, you can but not to me, ok?” he wanted me to affirm.
“Orlee, don’t sleep!” Sharad, my colleague, told me while trying to close my eyes in front of my computer.
“I’m not sleeping!” I told him back, “I’m praying.”
“Oh. Sorry…” he answered sincerely.
After a few hours, he caught me again trying to snooze but this time it was obvious that I was sleeping as my posture gave it away.
“I was praying.”
“Don’t say that. Don’t give me that. You’re obviously sleeping.”
“That’s how WE pray.”
Sharad, my Indian colleague asked, “Orlee, why do you write like that? I cannot understand.”
It is a known fact that I quite move quikcly at work and it doesn’t differ in the way I write so I have a tendency to write illegibly.
“Ummm…. That’s how we write. Filipinos write that way.”
He thought for a moment and answered, “I can read Zinnia’s hand writing but yours are really bad.”
“Dinamay mo pa ang buong bansa sa panget mong sulat,” Zinnia said after I told her the story.