Mekky the wanderer...

I often sit and gaze into the unknown, music aides the process, my mind wanders, far and wide, through the glass doors and into beyond... touching both the seen and the unseen… the cool breeze.. the freedom to be... the life I perceive…
It’s just me, often lost... touching the boundaries of the unknown. Scarlet pines and blue skies… star studded nights... the northern lights… they all dance to my thoughts... I ride these clouds… glide into this beautiful abyss, longing not to come back to this reality… longing to be lost forever.
Like a fire that keeps me warm on a cold winter night… or the fresh sea breeze that wipes away the heat… these thoughts keep me going…these clouds… I want to ride them forever..

Saturday Afternoon Blues- Part 2- The Deceptive Art Of Pretence


Its an art... the art of pretence… you stare at the blank word document... your desk resembles an Iraqi worn torn landscape... papers… files… post it’s and empty coffee cups dawn the horizon of this once neat work station.

Everything including the life of some of my clients is put on the back burner; my colleagues look as sleepy as me. One of them pours over inane blogs including mine. The other sits and plays spider solitaire… a complete brainless entertainment. The quasi boss drools over her crossword whole the admin staff rejoices in its lill victory of holding us back here for the extra three hours.

I aint working, but I have to pretend... pretend to look all busy… I even passed out over a pink marker, woke up with a huge pink stain on my pristine khadi kurta. Everything around me has been reduced to a non existent blurrr…. My bed…is the only constant thought through my head…I can close my eyes and picture my lazy arse sprawled all over it... lost in a dream world, which has nothing but juicy steaks… loads of alcohol and a cottage high in the mountains, with a fire lit and some pearl jam echoing through the surrounding valleys.

I still have to finalize my daily work reports and I really don’t know how I am going to do that... I have looked busy, without even being remotely close to it and now I have to account for it all
Maybe this is how my work done report shall look

Work Done Report 7th April
1-Reversed into a pole… damaged my car and almost got killed by an old lady
2-Checked my mail for 3 hours
3-Drafted 3 issues and viewed some evidence in fast forward for 3 hours
4-Slept over a pink marker
5-smoked 10 cigs
6-drank 6 cups of coffee and one pack of uber bad juice
7-Played with my table lamp for 12 mins
8-Scratched my stubble 28 times
9-Shouted I want to go home 47 times
10-Ate lunch twice
11-read my own blog
12-Made colleagues read my blog

Like really……. This Saturday aint ending and this pretence aint helping… coz I still want to go homeeee

Saturday Afternoon Blues….

The taste of the bitter coffee consumed less than hour ago, keeps me awake... the eyes like always beg to be shut. It’s hot…. the air conditioning aint helping… Delhi… sigh it’s a lazy place to be in this afternoon... and for crying out loud this hasn’t been the best day of my life. It could have been far worse ( like i could have been kidnapped by ugly aliens) and I am just glad it aint.

Woke up with a hang over from hell… a Friday of debauchery didn’t help my cause… a sick flat mate just added to my woes… how I didn’t want to wake up this morning, but it wasn’t to be, even the sudden thunder storm at 4 this morning didn’t stop me from attending work this super lazy Saturday.

So there I was sporting a two day stubble, hair tied in a wee pony, dressed in pair of torn jeans and a kurta all set to leave for work, I was running a wee late, but then again it was Saturday and the big boss was out of town. That’s when my phone rang, it was a client, innaneness poured over through the conversation, I climbed down the two flights of steps got into my car (still on the phone) and reversed straight into the light pole next to my parking spot…. BANG….. CRASH…….. Splaterrrrrrr…… 13 years of driving and there I was facing the most embarrassing moment of my driving career. Of all the things I had to reverse into a light pole thereby denting my wee car. …damaging the pole and breaking the tube light that dawned my street every evening.

The neighbors weren’t too happy…. I could see an old lady run towards me with her stick, brandishing it like a weapon of mass destruction. I was left with no option but to apologize loudly and drive away to safety.( my flat mate still cant get over the whole incident and I am sure as hell that I would be reminded of the same till my death bed.)

Anyways work… oh well was a wee bit boring, we were all supposed to leave work at 1, but alas and if only, the boss called and ordered all of us to stay back in till 4... All plans of spending this lazy sat afternoon went crashing into the proverbial abyss of our existence, the proverbial iron color around our necks just felt tighter and life felt like a bitch …
I still got another hour and nine minutes to go before I can go home and schleeep... but it feels like a few light years away… I WANNNA GO HOMEEEEEEEEEEE