Friday, December 4, 2009

All in a Day's Work

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One week old in the office and I still had no idea, what the word 'work' exactly meant. Five full days had passed by sitting in front of the computer and staring at the screen. The only time I touched the mouse was when I changed the wallpaper. Calvin n Hobbs, Garfield, Football stars and Cricketing Gods had all graced my screen in the span of five days.

I attended team meetings everyday, people around me spoke of issues, schedules and strategies, but I had all my focus on Sohini. She was the most beautiful in the office, her smile, her dimples and her sparkling black eyes, they all demanded an attention of their own. The lunch hour spent with her, and it was the only thing that made me come back to office.

All team meetings took place in the conference room, with the AC switched on to full blast always, I called it the 'cold room'. One hour in the room and one can experience the Arctic region sitting in the heart of Bangalore.

I zipped up my jacket and walked into the conference room for the third meeting of the day. Entering the room I realized I should have brought with me a bottle of brandy and a muffler to survive the two hour meeting. My neighbours in office Nanditha and Kavitha sat together in the room. Kavitha's three year old kid choosing to eat his one dinner with his grand mom instead of her, still looked like a hot topic of discussion in the room. They didn't discuss much in the room, they saved the best and the rest for lunch. Lunch was their chance to exchange their household issues and then have some sympathy showered at them from the rest.

Somnath, our system admin was busy hooking up the projector. Somnath joins Rohit and me for smoke after lunch often. He is twenty four but speaks like a fifty year old most times. He never gives up on an opportunity to make a fool of himself. Rohit and I had burst into laughter, when he pulled out a condom from his purse and announced

“I am always ready and I like to play safe”

He had a line with which all his stories started with, and over the past week I had learnt that all the stories that start with “Pata hai Tuje” were a creation of his imagination which he tried to pass off as real life experience. We never called his bluff on his face, the stories were definite fakes but they were quite entertaining at the same time. Be it him stealing mangoes from his neighbour’s compound when he was seven and then jumping over a ten feet tall wall, or ending up kissing a girl on a full moon night when he was just ten. They all made us smile. He was nice guy, who just craved for attention from people around him. He pretty much had an ordinary life and a very ordinary childhood, but deep in his head he lived an extraordinary life filed with adventure, twists, beautiful girls, and people looking up to him as a hero.

The first half hour of the meeting was spent with everyone agreeing the project was behind schedule. The second half was spent discussing, why was the project behind schedule. The next forty odd minutes were spent explaining the repercussions of the behind schedule project. The last fifteen minutes was spent planning the next meeting, to come with strategies to put the project back on schedule.

It was lunch already, I had earned my salary by just nodding my head. The salary felt more like an award for surviving the meeting and the cold room.

Sohini and me walked up a couple of floors to reach the cafeteria. I wanted to take the lift, but she felt the stairs were healthy. Rohit skipped lunch to get a 'I am sorry card' to his angry girl friend. At times like these, Hallmark say sorry better than us.

We entered the cafeteria and all the guys in the cafeteria had their eyes fixed on Sohini. She stood ahead of me in the lunch queue, we didn’t speak much. She was concentrating on the dishes that were laid out on the table.

We sat at the table, opposite to each other. I was surprised to see her plate with only little food scattered around.

“Why you look surprised?” she caught me staring at her plate

“Surprised, me?”

“I am on diet, and zip your mouth. I don’t want to hear any comments.”

“I was not going to make one” I replied immediately. Girls just jump to all kinds of conclusions. Passing a nasty comment had not occurred to me at all, but now that she mentioned, it was all I could think off. It was a test in self control to stop myself from uttering out all the stupid comments that came flooding in my head. Times like this, makes me feel my brain is my only enemy.

I looked down at my plate trying to figure out the different vegetables used in the sabzi. As we ate our chapathi made out of rubber, I spoke to change the mood

“I think heroines are better at handling all the fan attention and the crazy fans.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Well, even when she was not a heroine she would have got stared at by men all the time, and have crazy guys running around her.”

She laughed out loud, and spoke

“You know what. You are actually very sweet. So you thought of it, when all the guys around were staring at me.”

“Kind of, but no, even in college everyone stared at Isha and I used to think about it.”

“Isha is your girlfriend?” she asked tearing out her chapatti like a tiger tearing out a piece meat.

“No. She is a friend. She is actually my friend’s girl friend.”

“So you never stared at Isha?”

I smiled, bent my head down to pick up a piece of pickle and replied

“Not much”

“You stare at me?” she asked with her eyes fixed on me

I smiled. I couldn’t look directly into her eyes. I turned away and replied

“Not much”

She broke into a light laughter and punched my arm softly and said


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Ravan said...

first off...the template is ossum...

second off...the story is ossum...:D

did this story happen or just cooked up??

both the ways, its excellent,.


Paras G. said...

Have you read Chetan Bhagat's latest work of pop art? You should. It will remind you of your own cafeteria scene on this post. Keep going with this story, I'm looking forward to more.

Roshmi Sinha said...

A great story... as usual. And open-ended too. Leaves room for many possibilities ;)

Aneet said...

Hmmm.... Hmmmm???? Hmmmm.....

MADHU RAO | (INDImag.COM) said...

Love the simple and lucid flow.

'..they saved the best and the rest for after lunch..'

' twenty four but speaks like a fifty year old .'

Loved those lines. Simple with a tinge of sarcastic humor :-)

dilontherocks said...

Wow..That seems like a wonderful day in progress. We would want to know how excitingly things ended..:)

Harsha Chittar said...

@Ravan: Thank you very much, the story is a pure fiction. Hope u keep visiting
@Paras: Hey dude, good to see u here. Yes i have read Chetan Bhagat. Will surly keep u updated if this gets anywhere :)
@Roshmi Sinha: Thank you very much, past few days your comments have been a great support to write on!

Harsha Chittar said...

@Aneet: I don't know what to say to ur hmmmmms
@Madhu: Thanks Madhu, ya i think simple is my middle name now :)
@dilontherocks: Thank you for stopping by, the day sure looks like a wonderful one. Since it is pure fiction, I say they lived happily ever after :)

pushpee said...

Quite an interesting day u have (in ur mind if this is fiction) loved the way u write...enjoyed reading.... :))

Karthik said...

I've always liked your narrative style and this one was not an exception. Practicing Ornithology is all in a day's work for us boys. Lovely!
All the best! Cheerios!

Sorcerer said...

this one is one of the great posts..i read..
simple and well formed!

Tavish Chadha said...

Brilliant. I work for an IT company and it just reminded me of all the lives i have seen out there. I had a smile on my face throughout.
Loved the way you wrote it, seemed so effortless. Hope to be reading lots more such stories in the days to come.


Tavish Chadha said...

By the way forgot to mention, awesome layout. it made me say WOW the minute the page opened. :)

Nethra said...

It was nice story.
If this is not a fiction. I wanna know what happened next...

Harsha Chittar said...

@Pushpee: Thank you, ya all kinds off things happen in my head :D
@Karthik: Thanks bro, all the best to you too :)
@Sorcerer: Thanks for the kind words, do keep visiting :)
@Tavish: Thanks bro, I hope to write more such stories to keep you coming back :)
@Nethra: It is a fictional story, but I say they lived happily ever after :)

Guria said...

You are as good as ever....
And your love for the ordinary, with the gift of brilliant narration pulls the readers in it, completely. Loved the simplicity so much.
Remember what I had said, transforms the ordinary into extraordinary!! That's absolutely You!! :) :)

dmanji said...

A nice fiction ... actually being in IT Industry I have seen similar things happen ... liked the way you interspersed humour in your narration very subtly ...

Shalini said...

Add one more to the list of people who want to know how the rest of the story panned out. :) We have to face it. We are all suckers for a mushy love story. :)

Liked your post very much and good luck!

aativas said...

Indeed humorous story. Keeping it open ended adds fun. :)

Rajalakshmi Umapathy said...

Good story!! It was a good read too!!

pawan said...

Definitely different from a whole lot of Blog a ton posts :)
But the style seemed a bit familiar to be, don't know why but the comedy timing was perfect :)

Now, do u stare at ur frnds girlfriend? :P

Good one :)

Mahesh Kalaal said...

quite hilarious and interesting...
lots of subjectivity while reading has popped up...
nice read :)

pra said...

Good story.Like the way you describe your characters.I can ralate people surrounding me to them!

Preeti said...

Aage kya hua? :P
Very nice style of narration, pacy and filled with humour! I liked the rest of your blog too..!
Will keep coming back!

Shruti said...

Hey you are awesome in playing with words and I became ur fan harsha.. Whatta narration!! Simple and cute!

Makk said...

Now You are INDEED a gr88888888888888 writer.

Keep it up.

ηανєєη said...

all the post wast awesome .. some lines were even better ...

Harsha Chittar said...

Thanks all for visiting and reading the story, never thought my simple story would receive such great comments:) Please do keep visiting:)

Gyanban said...

IF or intellectual flirtation is the most stimulating, where less is said and more is understood by the eyes...

Nice post.:-)

grace said...

Lovely read. I am sure everyone of us know one Somnath atleast, if not more.
Between I am just tired of saying beautiful, amazing and wonderful etc etc.. will be back when I can think of a compliment appropriate for a blogger with such talent.

Neha said...

hey this was such a nice felt as if you have mentioned a chapter from your book - just one day...apt for the competition..very creative and nice :))

PS: hope this time you reply to my comment unlike last time where you chose to reply to my comment as "@ everyone, thank u for ur comments" :D

Harsha Chittar said...

@Grace: I think i will take some time to come back to earth :D
I am speechless reading your comments, made my day :)

Harsha Chittar said...

@Neha: I am very sorry, but most of times I have no words at the right moments :)
chapter from a book, don't know if the book will ever get published :)
Thank you for your kind words, i have learnt a lesson in replying to comments properly :) please do keep visiting

scratchyoursoul said...

A happy ending goes well wiuth Indian audience..nice one