an IT chronicle!
Friday, March 06, 2009
Hari looked around his cubicle in exasperation, his face drawn into a grimace. He leafed his hands through the slapdash pile of printouts on his table, pronouncing to be some articles in technology. He didn’t have any intention to ponder them though at times they helped to quell his boredom. He explored the ambience and through his eyes, everyone seemed to be jollifying. There were giggles from some cubes and husky voices from conference rooms, which can be concocted as team meetings.
It was only 30 minutes since he messaged her, the 4th message of the day via ip communicator. The last time was promising as she at least messaged back saying the dreaded word, ‘sorry’ as she was busy owing to hectic work schedules. The first three attempts were futile and the message windows were ruthlessly closed, the moment it popped up on her screen. Shameless enough, he checked her status in communicator, which apparently indicated ‘In a Meeting’.
Why is that the thoughts about her creep over, delving me into dreams? He spoke mutely as he didn’t want his peers to peek into. More he evaded them; the more they came back as if carrying an imaginary vengeance. He wanted to talk, make her a friend to share dreams with. Thoughts like crush, love were plebian to him as he claimed to be non-flirtatious. He carried remarks of being a thoughtful person, though more appropriately as someone who thinks unnecessarily. He didn’t heed to any of those, as he had all the time in the world for any harmless emotional indulgence; some strategic decisions at office delayed his prospective aspirations at work.
He met her eyes a couple of weeks back at the cafeteria, when he was lost in a daily routine of insipid breakfast, which he succumbed owing to hunger. Her gleeful face, demure smile, the beatific voice and her flowing tress, churned loads of emotions in his IT-boggled mind. The world suddenly seemed a better place to live in, and the idly-sambar in front of him had a magical transformation to an apple pie or pastry. He glanced at her surreptitiously, each look registering more of her, deep into him.
He kept seeing her almost everyday at work, and he was proactive enough in finding her cubicle. To his joy, she sat in the same floor as his and occasionally bumped into him. But the only word that rolled out from him was a sputtered ‘Hi’, though he thought over classy starting lines. The attempts through communicator were abortive filled with dismal apologies. Calling her over for coffee was adventurous, but he refrained himself as it might end in a trump card from her side leading to a complete full stop.
Should I stop annoying her? May be I should concentrate more in being blah blah blah’s of something than idling in cheesy reflections. And I wouldn’t want to trouble others, for everyone was busy at work. The philosophical notions started seeping in as he was agaze at his monitor and wanted to shut down his memory for some time.
‘Excuse me’ – a soft, gentle voice echoed in the air and he leapt to take a look. With disbelief, he saw Her, standing in front as she continued – “Could you please help me in knowing about your project domain?”
He brushed philosophy aside and retorted with a newly found happiness – “Yep, tell me…… “
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