“Good morning..!!”, I said to myself at 7 am when my alarm went off and woke me up.
“Crap, still a weekday? Am I still alive to relive another day of my shitty job?” I asked myself.
“Yes”, the devil-me smirked.
I got up with a few curses on my lips for some unknown people. After I brushed my teeth, I finally woke up. “Damn you, hurry up else I’ll miss my office bus.”
Finally, after half an hour of lousy actions I was ready and left my house.
I reached the office at 8:30 am and went straight to the Food Court to have breakfast. After skimming through the menu, some one spoke, “Same menu again. When can I get some good breakfast that I used to have when I was back home?”
Oh, it was again the devil-me doing the talking. I had my usual breakfast and then went to my cubicle.
When I switched on my machine, opened my mailbox, it was flooded with mails from my senior in Australia, who scolded me for my lack of commitment, lack of responsibility and for not being proactive.
“Damn it. Not again.”
I spent the next hour in the remedial steps. Then, thought of calling him and have a little project related chat. I picked up the receiver of my VOIP, and dialed his number.
“Stop it.!!!!” shouted some one at me. I looked around and it was the devil-me. And for the first time in a long time I listened to someone, obeyed and reacted immediately.
I disconnected the call even before it got connected. The next couple of hours were spent in fiddling with Putty, Eclipse, VPN Clients, Filezilla, WinSCP, the thing called production sever etc.
After sometime a reminder popped up on my screen. “Lunch?” it asked. (Yes, I have set up a reminder in my outlook for lunch, to occur everyday.)
“Oh, yeah. Hell, yeah”, I answered.
As I stepped out of my cubicle, my mobile rang. Unknown number.
“Hello?”
“Sir, this is XXXX from Citibank. Where should I meet you and collect your papers?” the caller answered.
Now, I smiled. Yesterday, I received a call for lifetime free credit card from Citibank. It was free for lifetime, consequently, I agreed to take one.
One advantage of being in this company (I am unaware about others) is that I get too many credit card offers, which usually are lifetime free and this has triggered an urge inside me to have all of them. I say yes to all and now have multiple credit cards, though I sparingly use them.
“Lunch delayed. Cost is credit card. Accepted”, buzzed somewhere inside me.
Since, I had to come out of the main premises to submit the papers; I decided to have lunch outside at a restaurant. I went to a nearby restaurant, which someone had suggested me and I had never had a chance to go.
“Today, it’s time to go there”.
I went to that anticipated restaurant and was delighted to see the menu. All north-Indian food. I was overjoyed. I ordered many things. (Yeah, I ordered, and not “we ordered”. I go for lunch alone, after being in a company of 1.2+ Lac employees.)
But all the joyous moments were short lived as when the waiter served the rice, there was “kari patta” (I don’t have any slightest idea what is it called in English language.) in it. Damn it. Mood spoiled. I haven’t been able to figure out, how does it make any sense to put “kari patta” in every thing. Any thing edible that can pass through the human throat.
I returned back after a late and long lunch and continued to bang my head on my PC and do my work.
After some time, I mail notification popped up with the subject “Party”. I opened the mail and it read there was a party as one of our colleagues was travelling to Australia the next day i.e. tomorrow on a project assignment.
“Lucky you”, I said to the mail. Next, was the treat time. Everybody gathered at the food court and started to place their orders. I chatted with my co-worker who is travelling tomorrow. She enlightened me about many things I never knew about my company.
After the party got over in about an hour, I returned back to my cubicle and saw that the communicator was flashing someone’s messages.
I opened it and it was another colleague from Australia and wanted to have a talk. I looked at the watch, “It is 10 PM there in Melbourne”, and still time to talk.
Anyhow, I called him and he was in his office even at 10 PM. We talked about my new project assignment and decided the plan of action. As soon as the call ended, I shut down my pc and ran. It was 6 PM IST for me, and I had attained my saturation limit of the day.
I came to the bus bay, sat in the bus and took out a book to read. I read a book everyday during the commutation. (I guess, this is one good and worthwhile thing that I do in the whole day.)
“The Tipping Point “, I took out the book, opened the bookmarked page, read a couple of lines and then heard someone saying, “You’re not getting your tipping point anytime soon.”
Oh, it was the devil-me talking again. I closed the book and put it back in the bag. Then, I took out the earphones and started the music player.
“Humko deewana kar gaye”. I listened to this song, and smiled. I thought about someone and smiled again.
I played the song five times in a row. After that, I got bored with this one and switched to next one, which was “aisa des hai mera ” from the movie Veer-Zaara. (Please no comments on my choice of songs. It’s my choice and I like it.)
Immediately then, the bus began to move out of the bus bay. I smiled again. I was leaving the office. I was happy. This is the happiest time of the day for me, like a cake with chocolate icing.
Then on top of that, it is Thursday. Tomorrow is Friday. Thank God It’s Friday (TGIF). “Icing with a cherry topping.”
The happiest moment of the week. I listened to the same song all the way back home and kept smiling.
