Ahem Ahem... What is the place where you would be doing nothing in the pretence of doing something? ...Office...
Chapter One - Morning Raaga.
A peep into those boring 'Brand New Songs' folder on the drive with the only bytes of space left on the office computer, and the body repels it in exact synchronisation as the theory of repulsion..put forth by Newton.. Oh wait repulsion is not a theory.. Oh wait I am not a physics major.. Oh wait.. Who is Newton?
Chapter Two - The lunch-anticipation
First glance unto the watch, darn 45 minutes till I hit the lunch! Lunch - rings the drool-bell instantly and I pretentiously start preparing the menu. Chapatis.. umm.. no roti's, perhaps Stuffed Aloo paratha's! yumm.. and the mind drags the body out towards the cafeteria, with hopes of yummy.. Oh wait.. Its the office cafeteria, office cafeteria doesnt have yummy parathas or rotis.. it has sandwiches, stuffed with green vegetable, supported by the principles of gravity suggested by Einstein, was it? .. Oh wait.. that's not gravity.. Oh wait.. Sandwiches.. I hate sandwiches..
Chapter Three - Chai-shai
Anxiously sleepy eyes, randomly awaits Chai-Time! And with Chai wrapped in one hand, biscuit on the other, those wanting eyes furiously exclaim at the Dard-e-disco ringing tone, coming off the innocent looking cell-phone, that jawdrops with expressions of "Please dont smash me!" at the sight of -
"Ramesh Calling!"
"Coming sir! 2 mins!"
And I run back.. Oh wait.. he is not the boss anymore.. Oh wait.. this is not my phone.. Wait.. Who is Ramesh?
Chapter Four - Chutti-Chutti
No it’s not the DD1 telecasted Summer Holiday Program Bonanza for children! Its the term that brings that deserted unholy curve on the faces of working classes. 6 O’clock! The clock strikes six, the mice run away.. Hickory Dickory Wohoo... Wait.. is it Thursday? Oh no..its Thursday! I have to stay back? Ishhh... the smiley curve lumps back into a rubbery O and I sit down.. With memories of those enchanting gold-plated Chai-Shai moments returning back..
With Coffee Mugs by the side, and reading glasses by the ears, I start over.. Pretending to do something.. Just like the theory of relativity that says.. wait.. I know this one.. Darwin? Duh that was Evolution.. Pause ... Go ...
Piled up with work, forcing unforced errors upon every piece I could, my wasted hands somehow manage to pick up the vibrating cell-phone..
Another Ring.. "Ramesh Calling!"
"Hello!"
Oh, Wait... !@$%^&*&^%$#@! "Who the heck is Ramesh?"
