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Beep Beep ....beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. Beep. Beep. Beeeeeee...the last beep was choked midway as I hit the snooze button. The world began to fall into place before my eyes, and I noticed it was already day. A new day. Same old same old.The clock blinked 7:02 solemnly. Looked as if it was grinning and rejoicing over its victorious moment of having woken me up in record time. Dragging myself to the bathroom, I almost tripped twice over the variety of junk that adorned every square inch of the room floor. As I finally look into the bathroom mirror, I try to make some sense of Buddha saying, "There is god in every one of us. we just need to open our mind and hear its wisdom."
God or no God, all I could see was a bleary eyed 28 year old man with a day old stubble. Enough time wasted already,time to get started.
Realizations and philosophies are a pain. Also time used pondering over those things is as good as wasted. Yet, there are always those who think, who force you to think over things. Anyways, I spent more than enough of my time thinking in my younger years. No more. Even so, bad habits die hard. And so everyday I meet at least half a dozen such thinker thoughts. Today started off with Buddha, I wonder what else was in store today.
Scouring my room, I found my socks -which dont stink like some other peoples' do-, some clean clothes, the laptop which blinked idly and the cellphone. Hmm. I toss the cellphone back under the bed. I wont be needing that, -I hate cellphones-. I checked my wrist watch. It said 12 noon. As always. I wrapped it around my wrist, without a second thought.
"Why dont you wear a wrist watch? How do you get about without knowing what time it is. You dont carry your cellphone either.Keep at least one of them on you at all times." And so I religiously wear my wrist watch so as not to incur the wrath of the director. It was another story altogether that the battery died an year back.
Finally before dashing out of the hellhole, I glance at the bedside clock. it says 8:05. I blow it a kiss and close the door behind. As I race the elevator to the ground floor, a plethora of smells and sights tingle and tease my senses.
Someone ordered an extra cheese pizza. I could feel my repulsed senses. -I hate cheese in any form-. the kids on the 2nd floor were having a fight. The maid was fighting with the house lady on the first floor. The race invariably ended in a draw.Everyday.
"Something that happens once, may not happen again, but anything that happens twice will definitely happen a third time." Rushing out of the lobby, I wink at the guard at the door. Nice chap, always lets me in and out at the most wrong times during my night outs. Running out into the parking lot, I take a few seconds out to notice the weather. Hmm. Nice weather. Ashutosh would definitely say, "The weather is perfect for lovebirds". I pat on my pockets in search of the keys. Ah, jackpot. I retrieve the solitary key from the rear pocket dangling to a key chain that proclaimed, "M".
"M?? Why does your keychain say M? There aren't any Ms in your name, or your mom's name or girlfriends name. Wait a sec, you dont have a girlfriend." I drag my vehicle onto the driveway. It looks dirty and woebegone, but it is one bitch of a bike. Never lets me down. I keep it tuned up to max, at all times. I love it as every other bike I ever owned. "The outside didnt tell much about its inside." I gun its engine to life and takeoff. Usually, I engage in a couple of road rage[ce]s on the way, but today the weather was too fine to spoil the mood of those kids. Your lucky day punks
Lucky day. "As far as I know, there are only 7 calendar days in a week. And as far as my education tells me, there is no day called lucky day among them. Neither is there anything called unlucky day." Never mind.
As I idle my monster bike into the parking lot of the office, I can almost feel the shivering of the tiny bikes parked alongside. Heh, gives me a thrill. Somehow, the good mood has lasted long today. Am already at office and still. Let's see. I punch the elevator button which said 6. The stupid elevator tune started playing. It was so darn irritating. One of these days, I am going to rip that darn thing of its sockets. Well, the last time I did it. Its been quite a while. At least 4 years ago.
Ah..How time flies. "And how we fly along with time" And how we cherish some memories." And how we want to forget some of them."
Reluctantly I clean everything off my mind and focus on my cluttered desk. I search for any new mails, memos or any other such shytty docs. Finding none, I fling myself onto the chair and wake the laptop from its 'sleep' and start checking for any mails. My inboxes and hard disks were everyone's envy in office. Everything effectively organized and indexed. Much unlike my desk. As they said, there is more than a fine line of difference between my desk and 'desktop'. I plug in my headphones, and hit play. "Dont tell me- Hoobastank" scrolls across the screen. Old song, yet hmm. I kill the nostalgic feelings that tried to surface and close my eyes. To relax. Suddenly the phone on the desk comes to life.
Ring ring, rriiiiiinnnnnnnnnng.
What the hell, I curse Graham Bell as I arch my spine to reach the phone.
"Hello"
"Yes, hello"
"May I speak to Makyubex ?"
"Excuse me?"
"I said, may I please speak to Makyubex please"
"Sorry, wrong number ma'm"
"But..but"
I replace the receiver on the stand. On second thought I remove it again and place it on the desk.I press the next button on my laptop, and it starts playing "please forgive me-bryan adams". As the screen fades into darkness, I smile. A content smile. And then..
Beep Beep ....beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. Beep. Beep. Beeeeeee...the last beep was choked midway as I hit the snooze button. I look at the time. 7:02 it says. Time for college.
Nightmare's over.
Later
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