No not a Friday. No not a Monday. Yipeee it’s a Thursday. Today is going to be fun.
After a long days work preceded by longer days of work on the last three days, today is the day when there is no ‘weekly meeting’ or a ‘team meeting’ or a ‘Knowledge transfer meeting’. So I am getting out of work soon. 8:30 it will be.
8:30 pm - Boss says, ‘today there no meeting so I am finally going home early’ and starts chatting. My eyes lit up, I send my daily report, press the power button and I am off.
10:00 am- G-talk
Ds: cant tell so early da
me: cool no probs
Ds: ne ways ordered yeah??
me: not yet.. thinking process
Ds: hmmm .. i think i want for myself da .. neither can i listen to songs frm my phone
Ds: nor radio is too clear
btw tat has radio also right
8:00 pm – G-talk
me: u there
Ds: leaving in ten min'
so when will u be there
do one thing like last time just tell me wneh u are 10 mins away
Ds: 30-40 min max
i am sitting ready
The call comes and off I go. Escaaaaaaaaaape
Lift->Parking lot->Cauvery emporium circle->anil kumble circle->Lavelle rd->MOCHA.
For me mocha means Hookah and Moroccan mint tea and an hour of uninhibited, non reserved, ‘khulla mann’ chatting with ds.
A perfect Thursday night: Nirvana swirling out of my mouth, the smell of mint laced with scintillating smell of tea and some whacky ass conversation about life, office, friends and everything else on this blue ass dot of a planet.
MC bill please…