My short term pleasures

My nostalgia has turned to be a reality; being back to my previous workplace. I am enjoying every moment here and love this place and the wonderful people here. Even with a tedious neckbreaker project that had almost taken me to the verge of tears on my birth day, due to some weird decisions of the techies, I still feel comfortable here, compared to the estranged one. My god! It’s better to be here with my tight schedules than to have some scoffing comments and suffer from weird looks.

If you ask me the most interesting part of being here, my reflex would be my eventful evening walks down the street after office hours, something which I really enjoy. My office being far from the bus stop, I need a 15 minutes’ walk to reach there. This being one of the busiest areas of the city, I can see different types of people moving up and down our street. From the high class snobs to the commoners I see a lot of people here day after day, and love to watch certain oddities in a few of them, that brings the element of amusement for others. Even though cars and scooters of my lovely colleagues are ever set for a pick up, I purposefully avoid it in the guise of a health conscious person who makes it a point to walk a few kilometers a day.

The exciting part of my stroll is the bhelpuriwala whom I meet near the junction. His make-shift shop comes to our street by that time, filled with a lot of appetizers and snacks which are incredibly delicious.

There was a time in my life were my hygienic sense measured very much above par that I used to wash my plates twice or thrice before having food. And now I love to have those yummy chats and bhelpuris that I get from him. A wonderful transformation!!! From the utmost to the least, in hygienic sense! But a plate of hot, yummy samosa chat and a cup of coffee, watching the bustling crowd, after my tiring, yet happy days, it gives me some nice moments and hence I never bother to remember that I buy it from the street.

For a change, once I bought the same from a hi-fi cafeteria of our city, but donno why, that doesn’t taste the one which I get from the bhelpuriwala.

......... An interim happiness, till I go back to ennui of the techie world…….

P.S -‘J’, has reached his dream city and draped himself in his hectic office schedules that he hardly gets even a proper sleep. So I don’t make much messy chats and calls.

The countdown

“It’s a two month’s trip”. When ‘J’ told me about his plans, I was thinking about the changes in my daily routine that I need to adopt to make a way out of his absence. This being his usual official trip, every year, it was never a shocker, yet the fact that I would miss his calls and messages, was creeping deeper in to my brain. Well, we hardly meet or hang out; but he keeps in touch with me every moment he can & shares some good moments. (Thanks to internet and social networking sites for gifting a good friendship)

It’ s never a picture-perfect so called filmy sort of relation guys, coz we do make a lot of fusses too; about a lot of things in life, serious arguments at times, that may last for quite some time. However we forget it very soon.

Well, as far as the two long months are concerned, the first idea that stuck my mind was to get a laptop and an internet connection so that I can contact him after my work. But my average bank balance would literally shrink to puny, if I go for an attempt of that sort. What else now? It’s just his phone calls; that too when he is free, and the offline messages in my Yahoo chat.

As he is at the other end of the globe, the timings of the phone calls too almost clashes with my office time. But even in the midst of his busy schedules ‘J’ always finds time to inquire about me and my works. In this snobbish world of snooty relationships ‘J’ becomes unique because of his unconditional care and love for his friends.