2006-06-25

Moments #2

my phone rings., and I take the call..

Caller: Good morning sir, I'm calling from Aircell customer service.. blah.. blah..

Me: Ok.,

Caller: Sir., you are on this prepaid blah.. blah...

Me: Yeah.

Caller: Sir., we have this kick ass postpaid offer which will... blah.. blah... lesser bills, more value for your money., blah.. blah..

Me: Hmm...

Caller: If you are interested I'll immediately send a person over to your place.

Me: No sorry., I'm not interested. I'm comfortable with my current plan.

Caller: If you change your mind will you please call me or give me a message., because this thing has some credits kinda.. blah.. blah..

Me: Yeah ok., if i change my mind i'll call you..

Caller: thanks a lot sir.. then whatelse sir.,

[She was actually waiting for a reply...]

Moments #1

I was sitting at Coffee Day Annanagar (I give one third of my salary to them) on a bad-business morning, reading 'dilbert' and sipping a mug of coffee. The place was empty but for two people including me. I was enjoying that book in front of me and smiling ear to ear. This other chap was in a table next to mine. He noticed the 'dilbert comic book'., and tried to make conversation.

Him: Hi., I've heard ppl talk about this dilbert thingy., what is so funny about it..

Me: Oh! it is about these retarded management people., about how they make a complete fool of themselves in technology firms... It is hilarious.. You should read it..

[Eeerie silence follows.... both of us staring at each other., me expecting him to say something., and his lips tightly zipped up..]

Him: Well., I'm a management person in a software firm.

[I'm dumbstruck... He nods goodbye and leaves..]

Disclaimer: I have nothing personal against management people., I was referring to the guys in the comic strip..

2006-06-16

Life is a bitch..

I saw it hurt., and bleeding. It was yelping in pain., it was alone and desolate. I took pity and washed it. I nursed it. I burnt my midnight oil to watch over it heal. I broke away commitments to make time to be there when it wanted me. And., I made it a point to be there when it needed me. I made it laugh and run around in joy. I realized slowly that I needed it too. I loved it. It was the company I wanted in my lonely life. I smiled at myself that I have atlast found my company. But then one day it bit me. It bit my heart., and left me to bleed and cry., to beg for mercy., to beg for help. It made me realize that I was better before it came. And., i'm more helpless than what it was when I saw it first.

What a bitch.

2006-06-07

Ok people., I'm not down.

To all you people who dont comment., but ask questions over email: well., I was there and through it. And am DONE. Well., yeah.. the phone thing did break my heart and i looked up at the heavens and screamed., but I definitely did not sing a song.

Phew..

Yesterday turned out to be an unexpected long night. (huh!! when did it ever happen expected). Started with beer, then more beer, then more beer and some whiskey :) Well., um.. the occassion happened to be the ripping off a friend of his stinking fridge and setting it up as a small bar in the office. :) Yesterday evening it was full., now its empty. :)

In the middle of this alcohol mayhem., some one calls after more than a month. Ah excuses., excuses. heh.. gawd., I hate excuses. This significant caller reminded me of those old days when I was back in college. The days when I was this hopeless romantic, dreaming with one small picture of my gf (yeah loser.. me..)., waiting for the postman for the once in two days letter (er.. email was difficult. logistics problems.. dont ask)., waiting on the road to get a glimpse of her when her dad drops her at college., etc..

I was thinking, whether I would whole-heartedly and spontaneously be the same person I was., to another woman., ever again? Or whether that 'love is bliss' types hopeless romatic thing was just a phase. And if I'm not able to give that 'hopeless romantic' type of a relationship to this woman with whom i'll eventually end up with., would I be an assole? The more of this broken-hearted-endings shit., the more I find myself skeptic and thinking. What if one day I become this paranoid fcker., scared to let anybody into my head because I'm scared of the consequences.

Arghh.. why did i get sober.

2006-06-02

....

I stand in the hallway
She stands in the hall
I stand at the doorway
She stands at the door
I lean in the window
She leans on the wind
I wait for beginnings
She waits for the end