When its a boring day, even vodafone gives you a missed call and you sincerely call back; to add to the frustration, its the last 50 paise of your balance left and the IVR on the other end takes your call and its ever so happy sound overflowing of uncalled enthusiasm tells you about all its free services.
Such a day began with a promise of vexing me to my core and for starters, mundane activities like crossing a road seemed like a back-breaking task. I went to and fro ample number of times trying to cross the road succeeding only to reach halfway to the sun-scorched asphalt. I stood there, feebly hoping that one day I can cross the road and reach my office. All of a sudden a guy talking on the phone, with fingers brushing his hair crossed the road in such style; I looked around to see if there was a film-shooting going on. I couldn’t help feeling like a dolt.
Using complex equations and trigonometry (obvious exaggeration intended :P), I finally managed to cross the road and reach my workplace. All the cubicles in office were empty. Now for as long as I remember, I always hoped that when I would reach my school not so well prepared for an exam and it would pour so heavily or a random political protest would create just about enough doubt that the principal would call off the exam itself. I would then give a fake "SHYA" expression and run like the wind to play cricket in my uniform itself. It once did happen in my degree college, that some random trustee died(god forgive me for this, may his soul R.I.P.) and we all occupied an entire screen at cine-max sion and saw the legen………wait for it……..wait for it ………..dary movie: "OMKARA". Now that was one heck of an experience and it was human to expect something similar again. I hoped my manager had announced a surprise team outing to the recently inaugurated “Barbeque Nation”. Little did I know, anti-climax was the essence of the day. I saw one of my colleagues pulling a chair towards the conference-room. It was a surprise alright but not a pleasant one.
Our on-site team had come down for a surprise audit. The surprise audit was an outcome of late delivery in cycle 3. The on-site guys had come down as a part of fire-fighting operations to cope up with the loss of time. I understood that the atmosphere was pretty intense. I entered the room last, neglecting the smirks everyone gave for the disturbance I caused by coming late. With no more room for chairs, I had to stand besides Meenakshi, Umalatha and Chandrasekhar; three of the most efficient type-writers in human form. A boring presentation began, with which I could literally feel tranquilizer-shots. There is a thing about corporate presentations, you may have slept 10 hours the night before, still they invariably make you feel sleepy the moment they start. With a sincerely sincere company, I still tried not to be dormant. Glancing at the gloomy room lit-up only by the projector light, I realized that sedentary lifestyle and sleep go hand in hand. The entire humanity, except a few startled delivery managers, in the conference room B2 was dozing off to glory. The ambience was such I gave up my fight. With flickering tube-lights, I quickly stopped counting sheep and tried to look as alert as possible.
I thought I had nailed the act of attentiveness and felt proud about it. But as I had said, anti-climax was the essence of the day and by misfortune, I had been noticed by everyone in the room. An expected aftermath followed from my senior manager in his personal cabin. Behind the blinders, I could see jobless people lining up to get their slice of gossip and trust me these were the same guys who were my co-zombies in the conference room. I came out of the room and realized immediately that I was hot-property in today’s gossip market. I hoped somehow I could wear Harry Potter’s cloak that would make me invisible and the day would end soon.
After an eternity or so the day ended. On my way back, I rushed out of the office, stood on the edge of the road and again gave in to the will of road-god (if any exists). To my astonishment, I somehow swiftly crossed the road during the busiest rush hour and turned around to see a guy talking on the phone struggling to cross. At the end of it all, I realized that there are both kickass days and catastrophic days but one thing is for sure both of them will bring a smile on your face a few years down the line. So keep up the smile……………:)
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