Me at school

Lazy…
That’s the word people frequently use in my reference. During initial years of life the poor word used to be all alone but as I grew up into a handsome hulk ( well redefine your vocabulary if you want to), my considerate friends had a serious discussion over the injustice being done to the innocuous word and finally managed to get it coupled with few nouns (bum, a** etc). Initially I felt offended about this and tried changing my sluggish habits by means of conscious efforts and had some initial success as well.

You can fight with destiny but can’t win over it.
But in the long run, my own-self scored over my very own efforts and I accepted the honored title with some resistance though. Time passed by and I cleared my high school board examinations with both my percentage and weight crossing just crossing seventy five mark. Well you don’t call those marks as good (especially when the school average is revolving around seventy nine) but the fact that I scored second highest in my group, only behind a dude with eighty nine percent was good enough to make our whole gang high on vodka.

The dude is Abhijit, popularly known as Abhi, my classmate since class 6th. He is fair, handsome, stands 5 feet 10 inches. If that is not enough for girls to pay attention to him, he was captain of school cricket team, was good in debates and owned a YAMAHA RX100. He had an amazing fan following, and he was occupied with girls and cricket practice. He stayed close to my place and despite his busy schedule made it a point to pick me up for school which usually made us missing the morning assembly. As per rules if we did that three times in a row (well we made HAT-TRICK at least 3 times a month) we spent our first period standing in the class. I was used to all this from very young days, but he wasn’t. For all this he would shout at me, create a scene but next morning he will be there at my gate again, honking and shouting. I didn’t quite understand the guy but I kind of liked him (and wished I was him!!!).

By this time I had the confidence that nothing in world can take away my laziness. After all how many of you can afford to miss your first date just because you felt sleepy, specially when you have been persuading her for last three years!!

To be continued…

Water is Life?

Walking towards cubicle, with usual fast steps (I make it a point not to stroll because as per my theory only couples are supposed to loiter around in office), I noticed my senior manager coming from opposite side. Though I was in deep thoughts and was kind of low (nothing new actually, I haven’t been high since New Year party) but that didn’t entitle me to forget basics etiquettes in office. So I pasted my cheerful smile (not deadly, that’s exclusively for non-males out here) and greeted him. He gave his manager smile (I don’t think he got much variety in that) and threw a closed ended question ‘so have you decided??’ I believe that one should be well prepared for unexpected things in life and as this question was expected I wasn’t prepared. I was still flying towards my cubicle and just managed to say ‘Yes’. He halted and that made me to stop and turn back. At this point of time I acted against Newton’s first law of motion but I give him a damn specially when Newton made my life a hell during school time and moreover he wasn’t aware of corporate culture. After fixing a meeting at 14:00 hours, lost in deep thoughts, I nearly crept towards my cubicle .

AFTER LUNCH: 13:55 Hours IST.
This is actually the perfect time to enter the lion’s den (read manger’s cubicle) when he is half asleep after lunch. Anyways I had to meet my senior manager in 5 more minutes and thought it will be good idea to get rid of excess water in my body. I headed towards washroom and just then my manager pulled me into a ‘short urgent meeting’. These managers have sixth sense of striking at right moment!!
This crap ‘short’ meeting took around 20 minutes and with water inside me increasing the pressure at rate of infinite Pascals per second (is that what they call hydraulics??), every moment seemed like eternity and I had to put in best efforts to save my teammates from havoc of another tsunami. I rushed towards my 'destination' as soon as meeting finished but had to stop as I saw my SPM coming out of my cubicle. ‘Which time zone do you follow?’ he asked, displaying his wicked sense of humor at best possible time. I gave him all my explanations and he told me to follow to his cabin (gauche!! It has been 23 years since I last did it in my pants).

In his cubicle I told (read explained) him my decision of not joining the other project. He was in a pretty good mood( hey don't make faces,bosses do have good moods) and started talking about ongoing things in Unit whereas I was desperately waiting to go out. Who the hell says water is life??