Wassup, yo!!

"How ya doin' my brother from another mother?"

"Hi babes!!"

"Oye pappe!!"

"Kashi aahes?"

These and many more lines, serve as ice breakers - tiny cracks that soon become chasms, gorges or a canyons.

Whether these are accompanied by rubbing of noses or pumping of hands, I don't know. But hi-fives, waving of hands and a lil' jig, definitely.

I generally wave, raise my eye brows or if I am being friendly, assume a "Joey" expression. Or what I think is the "Joey" expression.

But this is among friends and co-workers.

With bossess, its generally a slight bow of head, a smile with hands firmly by side. There are times when I get the itch to shake hands.

Well, I am not the sort who hugs people on meeting them. But I do know people, especially guys, who do that. Not to me but to some of my friends belonging to the fairer sex. What they - guys - get out of it, only they can tell. Or their smiles tell all.

Well, as to every argument, soliquoy and monologue, there too is a point to all these observations.

Hi.

I am, so-and-so. Can't tell you my name, my profession or the company I work for. Some people won't be amused. And no, I am not a secret spy.

But I am male, with a stocky-to-fat built and a propensity to put on weight at a moment's notice.

This is my first post. Hope you like it.

As they say, there's more of it from where that came from.

Adios.