UNFRAMED THOUGHTS

The darkness was getting weirder, so was the silence. A man fully clad in military uniform n loaded with an AK-47 was fast approaching. I could hardly think of any way 2 escape. I’m not a Terrorist was all that I wanted to scream; Am I in some international boundary without a passport???Before I could even realize where I was, there was a Thud!!!!!! The bullet pierced into my chest but still my head seemed to b the worst hit...Reason was simple. I had fallen off my bed again after my routine dream. Alas!! it’s 7.10am Memories of my life near the Bangladesh border for the past 6 months haunted me more these days thus cramming up my mind as much as my already crammed newly occupied Mumbai Apartment. Not leaving any space to think further, I ran into the toilet. If not for bus no 424 at 7.55am, I would be sacked from office and this job costed me much more than I could’ve afforded at the moment.
It had been only a week in my new job, but already I had exhausted myself of all the possible excuses for being late to work but still i had to cook up a few more gullible ones to live upto this “Metro City “standard...It’s inhuman to start working at 8 with a never ending work schedule, thought I...I reached Andheri Station at quarter to 8 and waited for my “Super-fast” local to Churchgate just like the Speedy city.
Life was soo difficult even at the age of 23. People (the ones who have nothing else to do) say that life has just begun, but for me it seemed as if I had lived a hundred years already. Reached office at 8.38...Late by 8 minutes, but I guess it went unnoticed in the otherwise too costly place, where I’m reminded every day that every second counted…. I’m not any Ambani to think about seconds turning in2 crores, when I have jobless hours to spare, was the instantaneous answer to my never ending thought process. Even before I could heave a deep sigh, my mobile buzzed. It was my PM’s secretary announcing her master’s call ...Crap!!!This time 8 minutes did matter, I thought…….
Is it Old Age??? Or a Broken family??? Or Some real Big problem?? ? Which makes my PM to stay in office 24*7 ??? I never listened to office Gossips, still I was concerned about the answer to this one, with these thoughts and a very wide Colgate smile I knocked on his door. NO reply. So I ventured in, dunno how these toothpaste ads still survive!! My supposedly good Colgate smile vanished off in a split second( unlike as shown in ads) to be replaced by a face about to plead for mercy.
Where is the REPORT??
He shouted at the top of his voice, he must have forgotten my name, which spared me from a lil embarrassment. WHAT report?? I wanted to shout back, but maintained an “about to b fired” face. Such instances teach you to practice calmness, silence...And what not!!!!!
After a few seconds he got up from his seat or rather jumped out from it I’d say, and started giving a lecture on what he did 35 yrs b4, how he never knew what a TV was, nor a Computer nor anything (which even our parents knew not) but for a few yrs back. I felt Bored!!!!!!! I wanted to say, Sir, I don’t have an I-phone nor an I –pad nor a Robot whereas Even the school kids have these nowadays...But as I said b4-SILENCE –is the only key 2 succeed at such instances!!!!
The matter of the report faded away as some poor wailing soul came running with some old forsaken papers which were supposedly the so called “REPORT”!!!!
I wanted to leave the cabin as his search was over, still I stayed back to receive my order to “GET OUT”...But some People seem to melt like a lighted candle at times. Once he got those papers he just forgot why I was there and instead ordered me a cup of coffee. Having a sip of that sweetened drink…. I knew somewhere down the mind the same feeling engulfed me and my BOSS…
When do we get outta this mad race of Professional make-up????Though I never owned a Ferrari, I felt like selling off one and going to the Himalayas….in search of those monks…
But REALTY told me that either I’ll never go or I’ll never find one and the MONK destined to teach me my lives’ purpose sat right in front of me……
I sighed…but this time`twas a silent one, adding another load, to the great Mumbai struggle.


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