1st Feb 2012
Very weird day.
To start with again I was late n felt guilty that handsome
husband of geetu had to take an inside turn for me bcoz I cud not reach my pick
up point on time, but that’s ok I have bigger tensions in life than to think
about how to grab attention of geetu’s husband early morning at 8, when all
3 of us are enjoying this 2 min ride for different reason, before getting on
the battleground to fight for our heavy day in office.
I have regular embarrassments in office, theres nothing new
in it. It comes in various forms…physical (considering my figure),
intellectual, technical (thanx to BB, tabs n wats app on mobile phones),
professional since it’s a workplace. Not to forget each type has to be a public
embarassement since I work in a corporate. And there is my regular audience, my
colleagues, frnds and their frnds adding each passing day so that my frnds
don’t have to take the pains to repeat the jokes cracked on me- they just have
to introduce them to me (even my workstation would do for that matter). Next
time onwards they can enjoy it firsthand.
But today was a weird day. My receptionist who happens to be
in awe of me calls me up when I was in
middle of something important. Let me take time to express here what does
‘middle of something important’ means in corporate office. If you are planning
your leave not looking at the calendar or your deadlines but studying your
weekly canteen menu, if you are checking out new joinees list having
photographs, finding out the most complicated excel sheet to keep open on ur PC
for the whole day when u r busy in some other important thing, when u r trying
to find the direct or inverse proportion of ur neighbour’s salary and job
profile- then my dear friends you can proudly say ‘I am in middle of something
important’.
So coming back to the point when I was ‘in middle of
something important’ my receptionist called and said something which made me recheck
my passport – my country of origin & my date of birth to confirm myself
about my age.
She asked me to open YOU page on Mumbai Mirror and suggested
me to read what was written in bold letters “Secrets of having that perfect
Kiss” and a half size photo of a cute guy n very cute girl smooching. And below
were written 10 so-called rather so –assumed secrets of a perfect kiss. I
coolly ignored the page asking my receptionist what to read on that page but I
guess this much humiliation was not enough for God (thru receptionist). She
said ‘read it mam, its for your own good. You need it.’ I still tried to
maintain my mental balance, don’t knw how much I succeeded but I told her that
all this is crap and this just corrupts our mind and we should not believe it.
It sounded like my Mom telling me the same things about the zee horror show
when I was a kid. If only my mom knew that I still remember her words of
wisdom, only the situation is different here, she would be so proud of me. But
my receptionist would not give up and answers back ‘mam, that’s why your life
is so dry and boring. Read it, its actually true and very helpful. It will
spice up your life’.
Thanks to corporate
life there is constant flow of emails in the inbox and you have a perennial
excuse of ‘I need to reply to a mail urgently, I’ll get back to you asap’. I
did the same with my receptionist and kept down the phone.
But just like zee horror show music- aaaa….aaa…aaah ahah
aaaaah aaaah…keeps haunting for days her words kept haunting my mind. To start
with why she thinks my life is dry and boring. Just because I hear her desperate
dream stories of having a bf doesn’t mean that my life is also the same or does
not have any other mode of entertainment and even if it is the case, atleast
she should not have problems with it- I am her only loyal audience.
Next in line of thoughts– is it that obvious that I need to
read such articles? What makes her think that I never kissed in life or I am a
bad kisser. Is she representing a secret group of boys whom I dated which I am
not aware of? What makes her think that such articles would help me, do I look
that desperate? Does she thinks I am a teenager and supposed to tear of that
article, take it to the washroom and giggle with her over it?? Does she thinks
at all???
Last one being closest to reality, I believed that and
thought about this page. This You
page claims to introduce you to your innerself, desires, laws of nature but
actually it just tests your patience for tolerating such non sense and
introduces to other pervert people who are in quest for their innerself (new
limits of pervertness)
With all such thoughts hovering over my mind, whole day I
tried hard not to think about HIM. I kept myself busy with all the possible
important work I could do right from cleaning my desktop screen to my laptop
bag, from getting the Xerox of a document which belonged to another department
to going to washroom every hr (without
the newspaper cutting).
Finally it was hour of freedom and I retired myself to the
window seat of our AC coach on my way back home. Since I had nothing to do so-called productive work which
I do in office, I was left with only the traffic view outside, honking horns and
radio music to my rescue. But before I could change the channel the damage was
already done. I heard it….Dil ko tumse
pyaar hua, pehli baar hua ,tumse pyar hua….Main bhi aashiq yaar hua, pehli baar
hua, tumse pyaar hua…..
I could not change the channel, my fingers refused to move.
I could not hear the horns, could not see the traffic outside. Was not sure if
the bus was even moving. The only thing I could see was memories of that day……
His presence, or the thoughts of it just froze me. I was not sure whether he is in real or I am done hallucinating. There was a constant buzz on my facebook messenger which i safely ignored. I approached him, he smiled at me , and I for once, was just emotionless. The guy was perfect, as if made in heaven, and delivered at doorsteps. His calling my name , ringed a thousand bells in my ears. It was as pure as temple bells or jingle rhyme. He escorted me out , and I had no clue when i surrendered to the stranger. I am very sure I didn't eat well , I drank same thing as he did. He dropped me back home, but then as a magnet we stuck together. The newspaper running in my mind, and receptionist holding it in front of my eyes , broke the two sets of lips which were one for a couple of minutes. He smiled and sped off on his bike and I slept off as a princess kissed by prince
