Loss of consciousness till the point where you feel sleepy and active at the same time is nothing but getting high. Commuters step out on a rainy day for their own reasons like loss of pay, loss of good company, loss of a nice cup of a tea and a fag at break hours in the evening. Loss. What is its role? Void? Empty space? Scarlet sunset in Somalia? Maybe Mozambique. Hang on, my humming bird is buzzing.
I love the smell of fiber chairs and airconditioned computer cubicles in the morning. Because not only do I have to love my job but also I have to stay put at the cubicle for the following 9 hours with 4 unconditional breaks for the day.
Office would be unbearable without a bit of humor. With Lips taking that burden, work(if there is any) becomes liter. Nice na.
Blogging is a great option, as I just discovered, when you are at office and when there is too much work. Ditch it all and blog it off!
Anyway, stupid office LAN beckons. Need to download 3 movies and 4 TV shows before I leave the office this evening and dump them in my stupid pendrive with a rubber cover. BTW, yesterday was a great day. Went to Sphoorthi. I almost forgot, I'm one blog due to write about Sphoothi. I'll finish it off ASAP. Before stupid Lips sings that sad, depressing Hindi song again which I believe is the reason why I'm sick.
And, did I flatter myself today? No right? Ok I'm not really in a mood for it but I'd definitely post a pic which "I" took at Kodai. Which reminds me of yet another blog I'm due to write.
Embryono Cheerio.
1 comment:
finally, some illumination...so THIS is what you've been typing away at in your cubicle..kameene, and here i thought you were hard at work..chal be chal..back to work ya bugger!
ps: "nut in the head"? dude, you've got balls on the brain!
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