What a day

What a day, how many times have u said this, well if not you then how many times have u heard me say this. Well there are days which are killers , when u come back in the evening the only thing that is on ur mind is BED , well to sleep on u fool.


Ok so what really is the composition of such a day let us examine in detail.

It all started actually in the morning maybe even the night before , a decision to work till I broke my balls, well I think if I sat on that damn bike for any longer I would have lost them for sure.


Ok Ok think like always iv gotten a bit ahead of myself here. So how did it all begin well with the morning sun, u wake up and all you want to do is sleep for a bit more. But then you drag yourself out of bed after about three snoozez on an average id say. Ok so ur up and u gotta bathe, alrite u finally decide to bathe, but the bloody waters so cold u don't really wanna enter, finally u decide that staring at the water wont really warm it up, so u gather ur courage and what happens the bloody loos occupied, so u say ok that's alrite but its occupied by a dude who's singing lewd songs to the tune of his farts. Finally u get to use the loo, that is after u regain conscious from faintin after entering the bloody loo. The waters still cold. With parts of you shriveling up into nothingness, U come out half shivering. Ah the day has begun and ur late but then its just by half an hour that's something manageable u say , specially after livin in India u realize that time is not really that important.

So u reach the office have ur coffee , which is either too strong , too weak, too hot or too cold or in the compatible combinations of the same. Now u realize that you have got everything ready all u have to do is pick them up, u do that and u leave for the field, some 35 km away to be taken on a bike not ridden by u. Well its alrite its morning ur ready to face the world.

Well then suddenly ur boss calls , and asks you are u really gonna reach that impossible target and u say probably not, so the boss tells u well don't worry its just a stupid joke we were playin to make ur life miserable. We never thought it was possible any ways we might as well get it over with and call u to a place where ull be worth something. So u really wonder if that's good or bad, and suddenly u don't really feel like going to the field that u were so enthu about two minutes before. Well shit happens and u still gotta continue.

So before you really realize which one is the sick joke him having sent u here or him having called u,u realize that u have already traveled the 35 km on a hard bike seat with dust in ur face and the worst was that ur mouth was open all the way. So u gargle a bit and say lets work.

That is when it dawns on u that in the hurry to get out u missed out a bit of the info u were suppose to carry with u . Well no probs luckily u have a backup plan . So u visit ur first potential client, he refuses to see you, the second same answer the third hes buisy don't worry u can talk to him later luckily u come out with his contact info, not necessary that he will actually pick up the phone. Well till now three gone well I would say no real success. Well that is the time that u start wondering y u really were born.

Ok so u had three strikes but don't worry the last ball was a foul so u bat on, fourth client , warm reception a little hot too, not bad its getting warmer , that's when he decides that you are the right candidate with the right service, but he doesn't really require your services at present. Well the feeling is confused was that a victory or did u just get spanked on the butt. Well u basically get the drift after about three warm receptions and as many cold ones, and a sad meal in the middle of it you realize that the days over and all that's left to do is to get back . Well but then u have bloody traveled 70 km and u wanna see thatlast client u know its a bit late, but that last shot, u know its ur last shot coz ur energy's sapped, and guess what he cant see u Ur late, bloody bugger.

Then begins ur journey back and once again u let ur mind wanders once again to the conversations in the mornin and you wonder shit i wanna get out of this place , shit i think I just lost the game, shit I wanna fight this battle , and then u realize that that's what you have been doing throughout the day. AAAh wat a trying day, u were fighting the demons u wanted it so badly sad enough the other guys dont really understand it, you might get the project or you might not but u surely wont get it immediately. And that's the time that u ask urself y u were born once again.

So ur finally back the jounrney back home has been tyring, the dust felt thicker the insects bigger as they rammed their crazy bodies into u while ur riding at good speeds. The lights are too bright and the noise too much, you have had your fill. All u wanna do is to reach into that private space inside you, to ur secret world to write to write it all out, and so you come back to office tell them u wanna check some mail, type ur heart out and everything is ready all u gotta do is post it and that is exactly the time the power fails and all ur works blown to bits. And u wonder if god always had such a good sense of humor, how come ur not laughing.

So u call it a day and all u wanna do is hit the bloody BED. WEll dont worry thats when the spirit rises again the spirit to live, to survive to excel, and u get down at the cyber cafe, and a piece like this is born. Not necessarily good but atleast a piece of you. And your ready to fight another day, and take all the jokes they throw at u. You are ready to live again , u are alive.


AAAHHH I am alive I can feel every muscle in my body specially my gluteous maximus, and sitting on this chair hasn't been very great either , but then some days are good and this is one of them. Adios amigos im goin for a cup of coffee.