I wanted to write something for a while but didn't know what or whom do I write about. Sitting at the table, I was running my fingers through my deep brown straight hair as if doing so would pop a bright idea right into my head. Stupid..!For sure it is... but let me blame movies for this effect on me. Anyhow, I continued and before my own hand could put me to sleep, something happened. I got not one, but two uprooted hair on my palm. These hairs were sure "straight"; they couldn’t handle being touched by a male palm.
Anyhow, I kept running my fingers through my Female palm deprived hair and didn't worry much about the huge loss, finally... lightening struck. I got a muse that I should write about a person, someone I am Close to and if you are guessing... It's my BOSS. Did you guess it right? I think so... You should come to my office and see how close I am to my boss. He sits just two cubicles away. Do not forget to bring your coffee along; our coffee machine is on the blink.
I don't want to talk about how dashing he looks and if only Ramanand Sagar (of Ramayan fame) had spotted him, he would have landed a full length role of a decent ASUR/Rakshasa (satanic guys) and he too would have gotten a chance to do a topless and sport the bling!
What I would like to talk about is the learning I have had from him in last three long and short years. Long as they seem when working on tough projects and short as they feel during bench warming days. So what did I learn? A whopping Lot! I know I am not supposed to describe it as "a Whopping lot", and have to be more descriptive. I sat down and wrote whatever I appreciated and learned from him. When I finished and counted it was three A4 sheets Duplex (front and back side)...Sheets Marofied from office. Wasn't writing about my Girlfriend so didn't care to use a Writing pad with Rose Flower Watermark. I showed all I wrote to my friends and they were turned off by the length of text I had penned down. "We can’t read that much, if we could, our grades in school would be different dude!" they retorted. "Makes Sense!" I said and got at it again, toiled hard... a little more... finally boiled it down to one line... Yes Just One Line and here I lay it for you:
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My boss needs a cigarette to smoke; I only need "one" of his BRIGHT IDEAS....
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I wonder if the smoke detectors' technology would ever get an upgrade to sense the above species of smoke. I call it not "Type" but "Species" because it is too evolved. It takes Years of Training and Rare knowledge in the subordinate that culminates to Wisdom. The wisdom that separates a good looking thing from Gorgeous, differentiates between “I am single and ready to mingle” and “Buzz off, she is taken”. That Idea (one of the bright ones he has) of the Respected BOSS when wrestles against this Wisdom (acquired after spending lakhs of parents' hard earned money or Bank's loan with high interest rate) it creates so much of friction that no word comes out of Subordinate but only Smoke (should I tell u from where?nah!). Words only come out when you have something in your head and Smoke is not "Something!" I hope now you disagree less with my choice of word "Species" over "Type" if not completely agree :-)
lemme no ur thoughts or if you have an overhead smoke detector in your office that can detect this smoke.lol... POST comments pls..
