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Tags: Blogprint short story fiction professional life zombies woes upcoming model
Tags: Blogprint short story fiction professional life zombies woes upcoming model
(Part 1)
(Part 2)
There she was, smoking like yesterday. In the same dress as that of yesterday. She acknowledged my presence with her smile, as if she were waiting for me.
(Part 2)
There she was, smoking like yesterday. In the same dress as that of yesterday. She acknowledged my presence with her smile, as if she were waiting for me.
“You too slept in the train yesternight?” I started.
“Nope, but was too bored to change when I got up today, or to bathe for that matter. Why are you in the same clothes? Oh you IT people, as if you’ll really care about your appearance”, she replied.
“Hey, you stop making assumptions OK? What do you mean IT people? As if we don’t care about our looks. We too are humans, we ain’t zombies!”
“Well, try selling that line to someone else. My neighbour is an IT fella, and I have always seen him wearing the same shirt for more than four days a week. I mean c’mon, you guys earn so much, ever thought of investing a fraction of it in presenting yourselves??”
“Cant you find someone else to fight with? As it is I have had a terrible day. I mean terrible is an understatement. Bloody bloodsuckers all!!”, I couldn’t stop myself frustrated after what seemed like the least respectful day of my professional life.
The train started its journey. This time I was determined not to sleep. I mean I was going to take a day off tomorrow. I didn’t care. If they cant respect me, then the feeling is mutual.
“What happened? This is your chance to get out all the frustration. Shoot.” she commanded.
“You wont believe this, but my seniors placed another colleague at my desk today, without even informing me. I tried calling them to ask them about it, but they never attended any of my calls. And the new guy, wouldn’t even listen to me. He just ignored me as if I were some alien from planet Mars!! Moreover the colleagues at the clients side too were too busy to listen to my woes.”
“Hahaha. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help it.”, she said, controlling a definite mocking laughter.
“What the… Go to Hell!! You know what? Why the hell am I telling a bimbo like you all this? So you can joke about this to your other bimbo friends over your dress-changing sessions in the Green Room??”, I had crossed the patience limit i generally have.
“Hahaha you’re so cute when you get angry. Well like hell I’m going to tell this to my friends. Why deprive them of guaranteed laughter isn’t it? Hard-working IT pro being snubbed by his co-workers. Why? Cos he works hard. That’s funny, you think? Well I don’t care two hoots if the junta thinks I am a bird-brained bimbette!” she said sarcastically.
“OK fine I didn’t mean it that way. Its just I’m really frustrated today. This new guy, obviously was trying to impress the bosses it seems and made many mistakes in the code. Some really rookie mistakes. I was trying to correct him, and he just pretended as if I wasn’t there at all. I have never ever done that with any colleague. Its just that I don’t deserve this kind of treatment at this level.”
“I’m sorry” she said
“Oh chuck office. I am bunking office tomorrow.” I tried to change the topic.
The train had passed Kurla, and some passengers got in. An hour and a half more. Sleep was tickling my senses. Eyelids felt as if they were contesting in Olympics, becoming heavy by the minute and yet staying open. We were silent, both of us.
From the luggage carrier plank of wood above, fell an issue of Mumbai Mirror in my lap.
“There you go, another rape in the train”, I tried to break the silence. “Well if women like you travel at this hour in a gents compartment, what do you expect?”, I tried to joke.
Her face showed no sign of remote amusement, she just stared out of the window. There was a definite tinge of sadness in her eyes. I don’t know what happened all of a sudden to her emotions. I resumed reading from where I had left. Eyes were scanning the article when all of a sudden my eyes froze on the secondlast line of the third column.
It read “…it wasn’t a ragpicker or a beggar but an upcoming model by the name Samira Ahmed…” I re-read it! I looked up.
Tears had begun to form in her eyes. And one of them flowed down her face, collecting at the base of her chin.
“Sami…”
She just disappeared, before I could even complete the sentence. I was totally zapped by what had just taken place. I was just staring wide eyed at what had just happened. This was a dream, this was unreal. I cannot define the emotions I was going through. I mean just a couple of minutes back, we were having a chat and now… I was HALLUCINATING all along! The realization hit me like a splash of cold water.
(To Be Continued...)
(To Be Continued...)
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