I love this topic! I have always wanted to write on something as interesting as this. Although I don't know how I am going to take this ahead, but I feel very good about this topic.
Lets bring some discipline in to this entry. We will categorically attack all the lift men and squeeze their stories out using cctv cameras.
Confessions of a Government Office building lift man:
I have been working here for a long time. Of course I got this job as soon as my father, the erstwhile liftman for the past 23 years decided to have excess of taadi and fall sick. He had been drinking while on duty for a long time and was proud that for 23 years no babu raised an eyebrow against him. Some in fact were friendly enough to share a peg or two from the Rajnigandha taadi that my dad specially bought from Marol. This perennial supply of taadi kept my dad drunk and happy. I was bad at studies and my dad being uber cool never pressurised me to study hard or make anything out of my life. He , obviously guaranteed me a job at his workplace. He told me he had his own cabin, that went up and down with the speed of a super fast Dombivili train. That his cabin had a small fan just for himself was an even bigger achievement. He said that a lot of people came to see him everyday and so revered was his position in the babu office that no one, absolutely no one met any babu without first meeting my father. Now how cool is that?
The only complain he ever had was that they didn't provide him a cushion chair or stool at his workplace. This complain didn't merit much attention as the babu office, full of nice men forever stealing something or the other from their office stationery etc gave my dad an old cushion in return for a few sips of the famous taadi while in the lift, that had more holes for ventilation than anything else. But he was happy. He was a man of few needs , I must say.
After he left for his sickly abode, I have taken over the reins. They respect me a lot and have also offered me a post in the new lift that covers all the floors !!! And guess what, I, unlike my drunk father do not have to pass my time sitting on a ventilated cushion , but am being given a cushion chair with a AC in my own cabin, which by the way, runs like a rajdhani. Dombivili fast is passe'. The only thing I miss a lot is the creaking wooden open door that has been replaced with a stainless steel looking material. The creaky wooden door had side openings from where I could occasionally spit the tobacco I always had, and the brown color of the door camouflaged any mucous or ear wax that I would stick to it after accidentally digging them out in times of frustration.
But all said and done I am very happy with my life. I am sure that my son who hasn't shown any aptitude in anything remotely useful will make good use of his father's position and will take the family name ahead in this tradition. Btw, his name is Roshan.
Confessions of a 30 floor sky scraper's liftman
I am from Ghaziabad and have been a bachelor for as long as I remember. At times , I used to feel very lonely, knowing fully that all my brothers, madhur, giridhar and shyam had married and were highly active on bed with their tigress wives. I also wanted a tigress for myself. Just the thought of mating sent shivers down to you know where.I unlike all my three brothers would have been more economical in giving birth to my tiger cubs, considering life is not easy in Delhi. But all I have is a cow. No no chee chee... not for mating. The cow is my mother's gift to me as I her first born was without a tigress. She felt bad and gave me her cow, which at least gave me milk at regular intervals. But even she is old.
This feeling of being dejected I felt till last month , in my old job as a lift man for a dull 7 floor building. But my new job here at the 30 storey sky scraper has made me young. I feel O la la!
Here there are lots of colourful things to see. Mrs. Mehrotra's daughter Tina (very pretty , very pretty, not a tigress though) has an affair with Mr. Khanna's son Puneet. They do lots of things in the lift when there is no one but me. I feel quite hard down there. Nice feeling .The other day I almost heard a gasp when Puneet (naughty boy) put his hand inside Tina's shirt. Tina was very embarrassed due to my presence but that didn't stop her from putting her hand inside Puneet's pants. My god. Tiger and tigress in the making.
Mrs. Bhalla is hot. She is the most beautiful thing on that 30 storey building. My fingers itch to run my hand through her lovely, dark , long jet black hair. My hands are ever ready to pounce on those juicy Langras that are big, round and so full. Her buttocks are mashallah! Even a simple saree that looks bland on Mrs. Sharma and Ms. Kumar looks like hot property on Mrs. Bhalla. Every now and then she will drop something from her heavy hand bag and more often that not her self-pride will never let her ask me, a liftman , to do the needful. Ever so enterprising, Mrs. Bhalla will herself bend down to take that thing. And mind you when she bends, she makes a lot of things straight. Real straight. Uff... She is too much for me. I have already sung duets with her in my dreams.
The only foul smelling creature is this one Mr. Gupta who is busy farting in the lift. What the hell does he think of himself? Every now and then the lift stinks. I hate him but I love Mrs. Bhalla too much to complain. Oh, Did I tell you Mrs. Bhalla and Mr. Gupta are having an affair? Nothing doing in the lift, mind you. They have elaborate plans at each other's houses. How would their love making be? Every orgasm will be reciprocated by a long fart that has been kept in the box for a long time.
Hmm... aur kya?
Enough. I have given you enough information about these liftmen. Next episode will continue as soon as we grab hold of some more on our cctv camera. Tab tak ke liye dekhte rahiye kal tak !