On one FINE day, 2000 SARKARI people find out that they get 'LOW' wages. Suddenly, 1 Crore people have to bear the brunt.
LOVELY. I say.
I am at my desk at 6:40 A.M. Important mails to send, a report to be made for a 7:30 A.M. meeting, some analysis to be done for the meeting using the Internet. I switch ON the monitor. It takes 5 more minutes to load the windows. The Antivirus gets going. Right Click to refresh is done frantically at least a dozen times to get a 'GOOD FEEL'. And there appears a pop-up that says " Local Area Connection is disconnected". I go under the table to track the LAN cable.The LAN cable is brutally bruised. There is a batch of mosquitoes down under. I come up. Sit on the cozy chair I am given. I try to do something to just get back the LAN from somewhere out of the blue. The mouse, when moved, produces a slight friction and a mild screech. Of course, there is a lot of gunk underneath. Just as is the common practice for the removal of the dirt gunk, my fingertips and my nails get into the action. There wouldn't be any friction or screech anymore.
LOVELY. I SAY.
I get massacred in the meeting. Come back to my cubicle. Sit depleted. Feel Hungry. I am called up for a REVIEW meeting. I am again being massacred by the AGM. Silence prevails. Until an awful vibratory sound, that signifies HUNGER, is made by my affluent belly. I hope the longing for some EDIBLE stuff wasn't as such and as much AUDIBLE to the colleagues present at the meet.
LOVELY. I SAY.
The ear feels a terrible itch. Almost unbearable. I search for the drawer keys. They aren't in the pocket. I forgot them at home. The inexorable itch in the ear compels me to pick up a screw driver and break open the drawer. The JOHNSON & JOHNSON's ear buds, that I keep in the drawer, do wonders.
LOVELY. I SAY.
I discuss about 'SPEED OF LIGHT NOT BEING CONSTANT' with my boss and a few colleagues during the working hours. Stephen Hawking, Newton, Einstein,etc. are discussed. Atom Smasher, Time Machine and major disasters of sound are the topics on my agenda for the next TP meet.
LOVELY. I SAY.
LATER.
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