Nah...life aint much fun living alone....and you were right mama......its a rather cruel world.....and people do make sure we work our guts out to 'earn' every penny that somehow always seem to like everybody other than me......well....its been three days I have had a proper wholesome lunch....no I am not broke....although I am dangerously close to it......its just that I have been sleeping throughout the day out of a terrible exhaustion........Friday night is always the worst night to work.....you leave your house for office as the flatmates whom you see only for couple of hours a day return and again get dressed in their fancy attires for a fancier hangout.......you count the number of pits and ditches the cab bounces off as it reaches inevitably close to the office with a certainty that is almost despicable.....last night I counted....and it was actually one more than the previous night.....you try to figure out the strangely sonorous lingo of people around you and ultimately give it up in a despairing shrugh with a strange pang to speak in Bangla........whatever happened to the 'adda' of the 'progressive' Bengalis!.....and trust me......cigarettes and cola can do wonders to your apetite........albeit in the way you dontreally appreciate.......my workstation has always been the apostle of uneasiness packed diligently in white spartan ply and 'utility' addons........few sheafs of papers here....couple of printouts there.....and a confusing array of styrofoam cups painted either in blue or in brown ( apparently colour coded for coldand hot drinks respectively!!Atleast thats the only reason I can think of this ridiculous meticulousness )Truth is .....I still glance over my shoulder when somebody in blue coveralls calls me "sir...."And trust me at the end of the week, CAT classes are really not cool.......especially when I am staring at six paragraphs of monologue about some piece of rock that is supposedly 3.83 Billion years old and has a tag bit more Carbon -12 than usual........the black stuff they call the remnants of life from ages when I was not born........and others think as the souvenir of the lost dignity of a volcano when it hit the water!!!!............
Does MY manager ever blinks an eye on details like these!!??...........
Call it my disability but I really cant think of instances when the stocks have skyrocketted just because a rock had a bit more graphite in it....
But then after some point you really dont have to think much about whats going on all around you.......you just have to step where everybody is going and you somehow manage to walk all the way........and thehonks and the screeches of the automobiles.......the dust flowing out of the streets.....and the people around you does not matter......thats the best part about being saturated......I guess these are the times when Sherlock used to indulge in his bouts of cocaine.....or chemical experiments.......and sometimes violin....... but for me.....its just an empty house and a mattress........and a blaring T.V and a half lit cigarette....................
