Friday, January 7, 2011

a day in my life..

… aarghh... no.... please...

@#^%$^ bang! bang!

Will have to get up now. Would they understand if I told them I dont want to!

Alright enough! Get up! Enough of the weekend mood. These daily struggles make the bread worthy of its butter.

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Swiped in time. Always! God you help me even with my almost zero motivation. It is a big thing! Very big!

Ohh! That cheese of a receptionist! Cant avoid her..

“Good Morning Kamal !” - where did she learn this fake sugary accent from..

“Good Morning Sarika! You look all set for the week!” - God! Why! Why!

“You are always so generous with compliments, but never say Yes for coffee” - as she makes that silly sad-angry face.

Guffaoww! - I just meant over-enthusiastic! Bimbo!

Will take the stairs today. Just cannot start my day with some more plastic.

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It is clean. It is organized. It has my touch... the various cuttings.. and yet.. it is not inviting.

My office space!

Duh! Cannot have it all!

Why do I hate coming here day-after-day. Maybe coz I am not De or gay! Tee hee.. Bad one!

Worksheets are ready for the proposal. Good that I worked during the weekend itself, Monday mornings are really bad initiators. Well, for that matter any mornings!

Though they look good to me, not sure how Dinesh and Ravi would react. They always initially have reservations, but why? I am good, yaa.. they do keep telling me that.. but then why they dont accept my work in the first go?

Hate it! when they scan each word as if I passed my English classes by fluke!

What would they know! I was my English teacher's favourite.. Some life's achievements are beyond contention!

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Lunchtime!

How I hate this outdoor activity! Now I regret not taking those Social-Interaction classes. I bet it could have raised my confidence a little. How wonderfully Vishakha transformed after her sessions. While in college she was such a puny sweet-head and now a complete outgoing and perky version of hers. Though it is a different matter altogether she ended up marrying her Course-Instructor! Am sure he makes her do three-activities before dinner.. after dinner.. before.. tee hee! Devil!

So, lock the screen - Check.

Pick up the cell - Check.

See if all guys are done with – Check

See if Ms Enthusiastic is not around – Check.

Ahoy!

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Goodness Gracious Me! Got The empty seat just here.

Corner seat.. Corner seat.. Lucky Day!

Hello Food! I am back. Let us start eating you. Slowly.. Gracefully.. Sorry Rice! my fingers cannot feel your lovely texture here, at night.. at home.. !

Unless I was friends with my food I would have called it bland. But no names calling amongst friends. Rule is a rule!

Today is indeed a lucky day! Marco Polo arrives only when am almost done. His travelogues are such a pain! Especially for an unlucky dog like me - two-years-no-vacations-survival!

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Oh gosh! Meeting at 3. How it slipped?

Improvising is always a much more tedious task than initial production. Maybe because there is no end to improving. What! As if any amount of work would reduce their frowns to smiles!

How I hate facing them! Better train the new-joinees. At least they look in awe and do not question my pie-charts. They do ask difficult questions! But then it is easy to lambast them with a fantastic theory and then the whole-hearted applause!!

Will have to think seriously over this diversification! As if they will allow me! Duh! Me and my fantasies..

Ok! Ahoy to the conference Hall!

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What was that! They liked it? They liked it.. is it? They liked it!! Yeah!

Oh my! What did I do special to get this today? Is this start to an era… ? Leave that melodrama!

But I am sure it was not just the proposal! Drama Drama! Leave it aside!

I know it was good but then it is always so. They loved it! And I loved their expression. I wanted to repeat the performance just for once. But what is achieved in the first go is hard to repeat. It may not be noticeable to them but surely my life has become a little more worthwhile!

As I survey around, I find this office a little more mine! Monarch!

And would the monarch celebrate his victory? Why not?

“Hey Mani! Come here chappy.“

“Yes Kamal” – ever-eager company event guy.

“Would you do me a favour please?”

“Do command!” – dramatic buffoon.

“Can you get those White Chocolate pastries for the entire BI team? “

“Your wish is my command, Sire!” – as the genie vanished


It is sure lonely at the Top except for such life’s mercies!

Perks of being the CEO! (smug!)

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Thursday, January 6, 2011

to ... or not to..

got something here...

but in two minds.. to post or not to..

and both minds tempting equally!

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

the sabbatical

The humid, slight brown colored brick-pavement, laden with wet mud sticking so steadfastly that it fails to stick to my high-pressure temporary influence. As I walk on it, step-by-step, steady as I am, cant fail to feel the hypnosis around. The day I will stop pacing is when I will stop breathing.

Each day as I start on this reddish-brown pavement I wrestle on a thought. The thought, a question which is confidant of a mate of a solution by the time I end. And finally I will have to take up this son of a devil today. Though it resides at the extreme end and yet keeps lessening my breathes at any instant.

27 years! 27 long years which swooshed by.. since I found this place, this path for my morning feed. And it gave me my bliss, my life-mate, my kids. Clean air and environment to bring them up, unpolluted. Far from the maddening crowd! How irrelevant!

27 years since I came to my calling. All was nicely planned and God was with me in ensuring I stuck to it. While in college itself had planned to complete education and work as diligently possible till 35. Earn a place in the league and money for my sabbatical. Then at 35 leave it all to come to this Agathaisc place and submerge in my love of writing. Not to use any sort of technology, just me and the old-fashioned way of unpolluted writing. Two years maximum and then back to active city life!

And then two years passed .. where I even failed to notice day or dates. This path … ohh! am almost at the end. Cannot let it hanging, will have to wrap up today itself..

And then I met her. It was all pre-decided. Marriage, then Suvarna.. two years later Swastik. Could have never lived such a life in city. Now they are all grown-up and nicely settled abroad. Its always better there than our crude cities. God knows what has become of them.. the cities

Parents and siblings were happy. They had a mountain retreat for vacations. This new birth was surreal for me, and wife being from here itself liked being with her own people. But..

now.. or even before.. or sometimes.. or always. at the back of my mind.. dont know!

Need to turn back.. Seems it will be some more rounds today.

I guess I missed the clutter, The competition? Dont think so. But something I was born with and left behind. I guess the initial plan's digression, it was. I never felt the need to go back. My writings paid me sufficiently, family was here. I could meet the rest whenever they visited. And yet..

something..

Maybe the same thing which made me snake-walk this pavement today.

But is it possible? Am beyond retirement age now, though that rarely counts in private companies. But am completely out of my earlier domain. I can pick it up. I guess google still works!

Would wife resent it. No! shes such a supportive kind soul. She will be with me. am sure she'll support. But do I want to… ?

Spent entire life in this humid shack, almost no neighbours (at least the kind I could call one). Our small world and me.. and this pavement. Three-and-a-half I guess.

Ohh! Wife is there! So nubile even now (it is in her genes). Her eyes look a little large today. Doe like. Romantic at 60! She is wearing something different too.. What is this..

“Hey honey! seems you have fallen for this brick path! “ - she shouted.

The way she radiates the sunshine smile..

We can come again next year for our anniversary – she smiled coyly as she said.

Oh no. I am coming.

She looks as divine as she felt at night..

“Even 15 days is not enough for you! Should I ask the cab guy to go back?” she giggles so sugar..

Oh no! Lets go home dear…


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