World at odds (WAO)

I am a tired man by the weekend. What better than to be at Pub 11, on Friday eve and have some booze? This ceremony was now an uncalled protocol for few of us. This was the only time we talked about our works with utmost honesty and let out our deepest of regrets (most often it was like this) and joy from work graveyard.

It uses to get more interesting when a new person joined us. The first day of carnation to the brotherhood mostly use to turn into an emotional one. People breaking down, getting high with alcohol, letting their anguish out for bosses, was to routine. Somehow we enjoyed it; this was the only few hours when we were ourselves. Some unlucky one was not even able to enjoy thy drinks as thy bosses have called them in on weekend. Forgot to tell, there were few newly married one too, who were now tortured by two, one enemy in office and other in bed (kidding friends I know you all love them). Few urban smoking chicks accompanying our Dear friends some time being refreshment to the discussion. A cursing gal looks little too out of fashion for India. Who else use to be there, man the DJ there was now our friend, and now he played the one cd I had given him ( Dreamtheatre and some those Halo numbers). Bosses and office is something all were comfortable with, but man’s nature you cannot predict. Crying for gals, crushes never ends up till they get married and destroyed. So we generally had a ritualistic Friday and we looked up for this day of the week.

Enough of back ground story, it all started off on a Friday. Most of us have gone through appraisal cycle and the mood was gloomy. In such times drinking takes its forefront and the guy who talked the most generally had the worst one. I was 3 shots down and started to open up, but few of the guys had even worst rating so I was shut down. Chika come in late with a gal and was having a shine on face as he had a rating of 5 /5. ( For those who do not know Chika, he is my best pal and with utmost regret I have to tell you, he got fired recently and still he had a smile. Wonder what DNA he has. He needs to be used to make vaccine for all of guys here). Well coming back to the rendezvous with Sheel (Strange name for Russian chick) but that’s what his father and mother may have thought off. She was tall and elegant and for sure not an IT geek. Chika was not good with gals and now he is with a blonde. Things were sure for improving after recession.

All the guys were blushing, even by 3 round down, the Danish courage that appeared has gone. How often they hang around with a blonde? Luck we had Aruna, to talk with her. I asked her for Vodka, but somehow that was not of her liking. Chika like always has not introduced his frenzo and she seems to be uncomfortable. Well but I was wrong, she has asked the waiter for a glass of matinee. Mystery and curiosity has started to creep in. For sure our day was spoiled; I still do not know Amit has fared in this appraisal cycle. After all we two have been rubbing it off from the school days.

……………………..to be continued...

Labels: Fiction/flights of fantasy