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Prasad Nataraj Senior Member
since 2008-05-29
Posts 1149Bangalore,India 
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Bad Hair Day Eyes suddenly opened wide to the tiny “tick, tick” constant irritating alarm sound from my mobile phone. Hands slowly reached out to it, only just to stop that unbearable little chirping instrument. Few more minutes of heavenly lazy bliss, I’ll skip the morning workout today, the lazy devil within was at its convincing best. Pleasure of the cozy mattress, soft pillow, warm silky tender blanket and thick fine folds of the curtains, prevented the warning signals of the subconscious mind. Minutes must have turned to hours; warmth was slowly turning to a sweaty feeling. It must be one of those nightmares when I’ve over slept on a working day. As they say at office about law of relativity, seconds turn to hours when we close our eyes after waking up however at work when we close our eyes the clock still seems to remain at the same spot even after long time. Wonder how many of us have come across this situation. I still haven’t pressed the panic button yet, stubborn sun rays penetrated through those glossy curtains. Grab the damn phone, was my instant reaction. Hoping dearly that it was definitely one of those nightmares of waking up late, nope! The digital display on the phone as a touch of irony to it, it also shows the seconds you have indulged in power napping. It was already 9:32 am, one must be reporting by this time at office. The thought of the monstrous traffic jams made me sweat under my brow and so did the thought of facing my boss. Logical backup plan was to send a quick email through my blackberry, “Hi Boss, my bike broke down. I am stuck at the garage, will be late by one hour. Best regards, K.Chaudhuri “. Immediate response was” Okie”. Sigh of relief” Ah, the first tough part is been taken care”. Left the cozy mattress, blanket and soft pillows in a hurry. I’ll deal with them later, pushed the curtains aside and gently opened one of the windows. As soon as the window was opened wide, a tiny agitated bee marched straight into my forehead. Parked his hot sting right in the no parking zone and left the spot immediately. “Ouch” Ahhh” sounds filled the room, as my feet went up and down in burning agony. That was the workout for the morning, I guess! I rushed to the restroom immediately, after few minutes of careful observation, that tiny sting was spotted and removed. It left a reddish swelling on the forehead. One can’t spend too much time on this swelling and pain right now. Switched on the water heater, picked up the newspaper and milk bottle from the front door. Reading the news, I headed straight back to the restroom again. Few minutes of struggling, reading through the headlines and then the relieved sound of flush tank filled the restroom. Picked up the tube of toothpaste, looked like it was on hunger strike that day, the paste just wouldn’t flow through. The pressure finally got to it, that whole thing splashed on the mirror. Forget the mirror, I managed to apply few drops of it on the brush and brushed the teeth for name sake. Turned the knob for hot water, water was still warm and not hot. Have to bear with this today, no time to waste. After a quick shower, I started searching for the towel, which was laid to dry on the balcony yesterday night. Not a thing going right since morning, was the first thought that struck my mind. With the wet boxers on, I managed to get the towel at the balcony. Mrs. Sharma was right there, at the opposite balcony teaching yoga to few young women. “What a shameless guy, these bachelors are all like this only. Chee, chee, I must complain to the secretary of this apartment” she went on, adding pepper salt to the wound. Get ready soon! Was the constant mantra ringing through my mind? Got dressed up, shoveled the brown bread inside the toaster and boiled the eggs. Breakfast was done in no time, polished the shoes to jet black and while tying the lace. It snapped, “Not again! Whatever! @%$*. “I yelled to myself. Locked the door, walked towards the lift and I read a sign handwritten, “Lift not working, under repair”, “This is surely not my day” saying this to myself. Frustrated, I walked down the spiral lonely stairs with my heavy laptop. On reaching the basement, there was my bike at the left hand corner. Thankfully bike started at the very first kick, It must be because all the stress that was building up inside. Helmet on and off I went on my bike to office. It was a hell ride to office; however I still made it within one hour and fifteen minutes. Rushed to the restroom, to comb my hair and for some strange reason, few strands of my hair stood straight. Nervously, like a sheep that had wandered out of the flock, I entered my workstation and asked my colleague. “Boss office meh nahi hai kya? (Is Boss not in the office?) Answer was” Boss chhuthi peh hai”. (Boss is on leave). ©Prasad.N All rights reserved to Prasad.N "The secret behind survival of mankind is kindness and love within our hearts" |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...James |
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Anoo Member
since 2011-01-23
Posts 55UK |
All that panic for nothing. Ending was unpredictable and funny. Enjoyed your writing. Anoo |
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