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It's 30 minutes past 8 in the morning, he would most often snooze his alarm untill well past 9 am. The housemaid has not turned up yet. There is another strike today in the city and office goers are looking forward to an extended weekend.



He finally stopped the alarm at 9:49 and he has to hurry today. No transport coz of the strike, breakfast at office canteen coz of the maid not turning up (the strike is just an excuse; she lives just a few kilometers away) and an important conference call to attend. He must pick up the call at 11:00 am from his cube in office.



He's brushing his teeth & going through the city digest in one of the dailies. There has been a massive jam last day as a huge procession was held by a section of society for some welfare cause. People missed their flights & trains. Tourists could only do sight seeing of a sea of human bodies & enjoy the fish & sweet delicacies of the city in their hotels. He must hurry and leave the paper.



Unfortunately for him, both the bathrooms are occupied. The maid has been bunking from her duties that week. Some 3-4 times that week, the roomies have had to eat food from the nearby "Ultimate food centre'. The noodles sure had got intertwined in the intestines & did the damage to the digestive system.



He surely did not like people bunking their duties. He wanted to get rid of her & keep a new one. What a vidambana here, if you get rid of her or even cut her wages for the days she did not turn up for work, she may create a big hue & cry. Probably she will get some support from some local associations. On the other hand, there are several thousands who are working in NGOs(the non-sarkari companies). The recession(the word which was said may be hundred times a day just a few months back, yes slowly recovery is on) adding fuel to the cause; people were losing their jobs just because they were sitting on a bench out of their wish. These NGO workers when they lose their jobs could just manage a foul word or two and carry on looking for other avenues. The sarkari and local workers sure have an advantage of job security.



Wo wo wo, today's generation is lot more confident and entrepreneuring. Recently few of his friends have decided on taking on the rough road. They have put their mind to where their heart is.



Talking of heart, one of his roomies is romancing a beautiful maiden. Earning some bucks in the share market has added to his confidence to go ahead and romance at the famous restaurants of the city. It has infused into him a thinking making him to talk more of open-relationships. Suddenly he has an altogether different outlook on life. The roomie is taking his risks which are infact calculated & rewards are coming along.



Returning to our friend who has by now managed to dress up in his favorite blue jeans & white cotton shirt for office. He still has 35 minutes to pick up on his conference call. Since public transport is not plying on the road coz of the strike, he takes a hand pulled rickshaw which luckily is available. The city has got all systems of transport but still strangely the city isnt really in motion.



A packet of chips and mango frooti on his way to office gives him the energy to take him through the conference call to lunch time. He swipes and gets entry to his office building. He makes it on time but most of the office is deserted. People are already enjoying the extended weekend.



People join in from across the globe for the conference call. Thomas Friedman may take a note on this. The status reports are shared, pending works are discussed, new strategies are formulated and finally greetings for a happy weekend, which has already begun for some here in this city.



By evening the strike is over, yeah nobody wants to work after five. isnt it? Our friend is taken over by TGIF effect(Thank god its friday). He calls up few of his friends & they decide to go for a movie.



The movie is yet another neo-bollywood formula of slapstick humour & some skin show. Together all of them curse the director & producer, but they just love the new heroine. They all go to his flat where the dinner is ready. The maid did show up in the evening & there is two types of fish dishes for dinner. They eat and gossip till late into the night. Yes there's catching upto do after five days of work.



It's saturday morning and he's up and running in the nearby stadium. It just 5 in the morning now. It's as they say in hindi 'paapi pet ka sawaal hai'. He wants to get rid of the occupational hazzard, his extra bulge around the belly which some say as an indication of going up the hierarchy. This time moving up the hierarchy is given a miss as new females have joined in the office. These days, the females like 6-8 packs instead of an 'O' pack.



To be continued..

Comments

Unknown said…
This is an interference of reality & imagination.. :)
Loved reading this piece!A beautiful description of a commonplace life.

This article reassures my belief that topfloorers are an amazing lot!We may not be the most talented at present, but if we keep going like this we are surely gonna rock one day!
\m/ \m/
Sakshi said…
Now THIS was a surprise. I was expecting Mannu's post.

Ratz- WOW!! This is a wonderful and awesome blog post that I have ever read. Can't wait for the sequel.. :)
Hey Ratz,
Amazing work. I loved the flow- like that of a distracted mind (wandering and straying, only to return to the point a para or two later).
Who are the mystery people- wining & dinning and beating the stock market?

And Calcutta will always be Calcutta, too many strikes and the lot for anything/anyone to progress!

D
Shayon said…
Hey Dino, tell me. Do you want a complete step by step procedure to renewing the domain registration or wud u rather prefer to 'donate' to my paypal account and I use that to pay for the domain?

Personally, I prefer the first one, so that, in case I am not around, there will at least be you to take care of the site.
shastha said…
really nice post
@ Shayon,
Send me the procedure- I guess it should be fairly simple. Just send me the username and password (I went to the website and they required that).

Thanks.

D
Shayon said…
@Dino

Just emailed you the required credentials.
raj alakshendra said…
@ raths

its a classic ... m short of words to praise it ... the pic is also too good ...
Unknown said…
thanks folks..

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jamshedpur ki shardi

Nature at its best... this is half km away frm my flat
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Inside office premises at 7.30 am...


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