Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Him and Me

It is morning already. The clock hung on the opposite wall shows 7.00 a.m. when it actually is 6.50 a.m.

Logic – Rationale behind his clock being 10 minutes ahead of whole of India – “Waking 10 minutes early gives more time to get ready and get going, there’s a train to catch at 8.16”.

Fact – With His first glance at the clock, He thinks “F**k 8.16 … will take 9.12” … ends up reaching the station at 9.10 and runs with firm belief that His life leaves from platform 3 @ 9.12 and He has to be in it to stay alive!

Thoughts – 1 Hr 15 minutes commute to Andheri station invariably feels longer with following thoughts of His:
“Look at these bozos … crammed into one FIRST CLASS compartment, thinking they are a Class above people in the second class. Lazy buggers all of em .. why can’t they wake up early to catch the 8.16 Vashi local?”
“Shit man!!! An hour late .. so much work to do .. and that 60 year old dinosaur (a.k.a. Boss) will make every minute count … why doesn’t he drop dead?”
“Mankhurd … GIANT SHIT HOLE … shoot em all.”
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“Read the paper a*****e .. be sharp”
“Drive the f***ing car to office”
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“What’s happening with her .. hope she’s alrite”
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“ZZZZZZZZZZZZ”
“You step on my toe and I’ll kill ya”
“Get down man .. lets get going”

The walk – Feeling fully refreshed with such philosophical thoughts during his 1Hr 15 mins meditation He prepares for His 20 mins long walk of glory. Rayban shades .. Red Tape boots … Glittering watch … Hero’s gait … “Look at me girls … PLEASE …”.
Walk of vanity fuelled by tons of inhaled carbon monoxide ends at the dullest place in this universe .. this is where He is supposed to WORK.

Switch – He plugs in his laptop (rather .. into his laptop) .. switches the power on .. and then it happens. For the next 8 hours what ensues is random switching between his world and world of Excel sheets, Word docs & Lotus notes. There is also a third world .. the world of voice .. good old telephone. Ofcourse only one lord has dominion over his three worlds .. you know who .. the boss!

Packup – He switches off his laptop .. tidies his desk .. walks out of the door. Begins the same journey back home again .. only this time the thoughts are different … “ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ”

Back home – Dinner .. TV .. Chat ..

Me – It is bedtime again. He is about to sleep. We begin our bedtime talk and He is listening to me attentively without any arguments or reservations. This night, like every other night for so many years now, I share my observations about Him and dispense my advice. He knows that I always keep an eye out for him, observing him from a distance. He has made so many mistakes in the past. Painstakingly, we have worked towards righting them one by one. Some may never be solved. But its alright. Time heals. I look at Him and feel such deep kinship with Him; I am sure he will be me someday. But I think about tomorrow and a sad, sinking feeling engulfs me all over again. I hate Him and everything He does.

Questions –
1) Who is He?
2) Why is he living the way He is?
3) Does He need me or is He ok being left alone?
4) Does He need someone else?
5) Do I need Him???

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