Voice from the past

Yesterday was one of those days, depressing, boring and yet another of those “what the hell am I doing in this hell-hole working for these monsters” kinda days . Come 8:20PM the east-indian security guard blared over the intercom (his 30 seconds of fame for the day)

“Kompany transport will leeb in onother phibe mineets” . I shoved my unused pad and pen into the cabinet ,beats me why I set it aside EVERY single day , a vain hope that one fine day , I would be jotting down ideas for a Nobel prize winning thesis? Heehaw!

Ok, now the cabinet is my manager’s head... I gave it a resound kick, clapped my hands, there, that felt better, life’s all about venting ones anger on inanimate objects and unassuming friends.

Just as I loaded my play list, an unlisted number flashed on my mobile screen .Must be some consultant I thought. “Hello?” in my most put on professional accent.

“R?”

“?”

“Sigh, its me D”

“: )!!”

“Where are you and why do I hear traffic at this time of the night?”

“Work” I said sulkily.

The conversation went on, I didn’t care about the other two passengers in the cab, who were deprived of their dose of radio city and that sickly RJ who keeps calling herself my friend and drive time pal, bleah.

Continuing, D is my friend from my old company. I hadn’t mailed/called/met her since I joined the hell-hole .General wonderings about my health, stress levels ensued and then popped up the sawaal dus karor ka! Updates about my being single and when did I plan to jump headlong into holy matrimony. I pacified D saying it would all be in good time and hung up after promising to meet her on one of the weekends.

I went to bed remembering our group of 4 in my old company, the shared confidences and the unsaid words. Our brief stay in a house near office, the late night walks, the midnight roach scares and the makeshift dinners. Yes ,with a warm feeling and a pinch of sadness.