Ek Chhoti Si Love Story

He looked at his watch. It showed 15 minutes to 8. He had been working for more than twelve hours now and was clearly fatigued. He decided he needed a cup of coffee and headed towards coffee machine. It had been a routine for him to work till 8 everyday.

She turned her head and noticed that it was almost time. It was 7:45. She rubbed her eyes and lumbered towards the kitchen. What she longed for the most at the moment was a cup of coffee.

Through the whirring sound of coffee machine, he started running the list of things he would talk to her about in his mind. This was the time of the day he looked forward to earnestly. At workplace he was known to be endowed with power of speech but when it came to emotional matters, he felt incapacitated to articulate his feelings. Every day he prepared himself to express himself and rehearsed everything in his mind but for some reason always failed to do so. How he wanted to tell her that she was the center of his happiness!

While preparing coffee decoction, a spate of thoughts started crossing her mind. She was angry with herself for always starting a fight with him when more than anything else in the world what she wanted was to comfort him after the hard day’s work. Every day when they talked, she would find herself unable to keep the care and concern she felt for him from first turning into a little peevishness and then into anger. "Today I won't repeat this mistake", she resolved.

He glanced at his watch again. It was 7:55. He sagged into his comfy chair and put on his headset.

She saw the clock strike 7:55 and rushed towards her laptop.

Sitting in the taxi on his way to hotel he noticed that it was 9:15. He left office 15 minutes back. He had only one thought in his mind, "Tomorrow I'll definitely be nice to her and listen to her."

The metro train screeched to a halt. She realized it was 9:15 and she was only a few minutes away from her office. She was still ruminating over the fight they had. "Tomorrow I'll be more reasonable and won't spoil his mood", she thought.

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Midnight Bakwaas Episode 1

"God is watching us... God is watching us... From a distance", sang Bette Midler.

Sitting in my room at midnight I wonder if she really understood the true meaning of the song. Did she really think that God is watching us from a distance. I don't know about her understanding but I do know, if I may dare claim, how God must be feeling watching us from a distance. How much this 'a distance' is for God I know not but I strongly believe that for somebody like God 'a distance' must be measured in at least a few light years. However, sitting in the last row and watching the whole class from there would evoke the same feeling in anybody.

In any classroom just turn your head to the right or left and you would see a sleep stricken soul, sitting in the front row, tormented by the battery of hogwash jabbering but still courageously holding the frontline (both literally and metaphorically). Words are mightier than swords. Never before would you have realized the true power of words than when you see this soldier fight the losing battle against the oncoming charge of words imbued with such a drab and monotonous tone that even elixir of life (coffee) fails to save him from dozing off...doze off he does!

Not everybody is blessed with the same amount of fortitude. You swivel 60 degrees in your chair and somewhere a few levels below you would see another mighty stalwart brought to the state of drooping-eyelids. This soldier is one level above the previous one (both literally and metaphorically) as it doesn't take even five minutes for him to surrender himself to the surging urge of yawning. Despite his immense size he cedes territory to the enemy almost immediately.

Offense is the best defense. Truly believing in this corny saying would be some semi God who, like you, enjoys the privilege of watching people 'from a distance'. At some point during the ordeal when the level of boredom breaches the critical mark, a kind of nuclear fusion reaction spurts out within him and abundant energy in the form of a question is released in the process. Complex reactions result in complex products. The result of this reaction is also so complex that all eyes, even the ones which had gradually shut their lids down, also light up from this effusion.

We can go on and on talking about all the specimen that one gets to see in a classroom but I have learnt something from God...Actually, God is not watching all of us (at least not all the times). God, like investment bankers, focuses only on a few sectors at a time. These days He is focusing on the sector called Indo-China. Therefore, I also focused on a select few. Maybe in the next edition of this midnight bakwaas I'll shift my focus to lesser mortals...