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(Kill)joy

Author: bondgal_rulz / Labels: ,


She was sure that it happened only in the movies.
The violins playing, the birds singing, and rose petals raining.
But here she was - her life, a candy floss movie.....



Broken violins, dead birds, and trampled rose beds.
The execution, surprisingly, was much easier than the planning.
Candy floss was never her taste anyway.

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Love Work(s)!

Author: bondgal_rulz / Labels: , , ,

HER
Second day at my brand new job. Got introduced to my associate - my senior I'll be working with on a project. Seems sweet. But who knows!! They're all sweet in the beginning isn't it?? Anyway, I don't like this office. It's seems so mechanical. People, things, processes...everything!! And the long hours!! And NO cute/hot guys. :( :( God!! Help me survive!!

HIM
New employee in the office today. Finally I get some much needed help on the project. Seemed okay. I just hope she knows her stuff. I don't want to be training around a new joinee. I really don't have the time!!



HER
Spent most of the day working with Aditya. My associate. He's a cute guy! And he's got a real cute smile!! Well...what?? That's it!! JUST a cute smile!! Geez!! Can't I even appreciate someone's smile??

HIM
Spent most of the day working with the new girl at office. Mansi (her name), has got a BEAUTIFUL smile!!! Uhhhh, am I falling for my junior??? Shit!! No!!! She's my colleague for God's sake!! I need to get a grip on myself!!! God!!



HER
Alright, so I just realised something. In the morning everyone looks like a fresh flower petal in the morning but by the time it is evening people start resembling a papad. And when I was introduced to Aditya the day before, it was evening.

So you can imagine my surprise when he came over to my desk first thing today morning looking all cute-sy cute-sy!!! And Godddddddddddddd THAT smile!!!! *sigh* Anyway, so he was standing right in front of me - smiling. And I wondered what the heck is wrong with him. I mean, alright, it's the start of a great sunny day et al but why beam at me!?

And it was then that realisation dawned on me!!! That smile was a mere polite reciprocation of the IDIOTIC WIDE GRIN pasted on my face!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ughhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!

I have a crush on my boss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No!!! No!!!! Nooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!! who has a crush on their boss!!!!!!!!!

I'm doomed!!! I'm soooooooooooo doomed!!!!!!!!!!!!

HIM
I went up to her desk first thing in the morning! And I have no idea why!! And I was smiling like an idiot!! I must have looked like such a fool!!! Anyway, tried to make conversation with her too during the course of the day. Damn! I wish I had a little, okay, a LOT more experience in this. :(



HER
Okay!!! So I did some research on Aditya today. He's apparently from IIT!! *impressed* And he is an under 19 TT champ!! And he sings!!!! (OMG!!!!) And plays the keyboard too!!!!!!!!!!!! And he is a great photographer as well!!!!

*sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*

*wants to stay in my dream world where he sings, I dance, he photgraphs, I model.*

Oh shit!! He's real cool....would he be single??? and even if he is, why in the world will he like me???? Gosh!! Why didn't I think of this earlier???

HIM
So I got to know a little about Mansi from another colleague - a friend of hers!!! She writes!!! How cool is that!! And her favourite book is Fountainhead!!! And she is a state level basket ball player!! Wow!!! And she seems to have a penchant for dancing!!

I wonder if she's single....I couldn't get any info on that. I mean, who is single these days anymore? And if you're someone like her, the chances are even bleaker. :(



To be (maybe) continued......

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NIGHTMARE

Author: bondgal_rulz / Labels: , , ,

Armed with her CV - the most potent weapon she possessed - she entered the room which promised her a world of opportunities. Looking into the eyes of the interviewer's eyes, she tackled all the questions brilliantly. And then it happened.

"So what did you gain from your summer internship?"

"A lot of weight."

Ooooooooooooooopssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MORAL: Think before you speak.

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Yeah I know this 55F kinda sucks, but I hadn't written anything for quite sometime. So when I finally did (in a bore to death seminar), I decided to put it up here. Sharmana mat, bindaas besti karna. :P :D
As for the title, well, actually this was a dream (nightmare) that I had. :D :D The Placement season in my college begins this monday, pray that I don't do any such goof-ups in any of my interviews. :)

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Macdeath

Author: bondgal_rulz / Labels: , , ,

( A dark, dingy room. The curtains are drawn. She sits on the desk in one corner, pen in hand. There is a certain repose in her motion, in her language. Paper strewn all over the floor. The bin in the other corner is overflowing. She begins to write.)


ATTEMPT I
SHE: This one is for me. This is my final expression bereaved of brevity yet not excruciatingly elaborate. I struggle to tread middle ground. I shield my face against the warmth of the golden rays, the sparrows serenading my being, the azure sky infinite yet in my outstretched arms, the foliage brilliant in its hue, the verdant landscape thus. In spite of me, it puts a smile on my face, a twinkle in my eyes. I look into the stream, hopes mellow and thoughts benign are reflected.

If only I could shield myself against the atrocities of my lot, the phantom of my dreams shattered, deafening me with that stilled silence, the void infinite yet so tangible in my outstretched arms, the insecurities magnificent in their hue, the broken spirit thus. In spite of me I clutch the pen and start writing my final expression...bereaved of brevity yet not excruciatingly elaborate.

Who am I kidding? When did I ever tread middle ground?

(She crumples the paper into a ball, aims for the bin......and misses. an exasperated ejaculation.)


ATTEMPT II
SHE: This one is for you. It is ironic when the reason to live gets engaged in the excuse to not. You wage a war against yourself to triumph over your incoherence, you claw at that elusive lucidity and meet with failure. So final, so motionless. Yet in my confusion, I found a purpose. You. I found a purpose to breathe, to infuse into your very being my life, my urgency. To caress your hopes, to nurture your love, to possess your anxieties, your apprehensions and trample over them, to hold your fears in my arms and hurl them into oblivion. I strive to be one body, one soul, one unified equation challenging the very fundamentals of this frenzy surrounding you and me, and it is a chimerical concoction,a blow so hard it leaves me breathless.

Leaves me breathless.

(This one she doesn't crumple. She reads it, re-reads it. A solitary tear starts to trickle down her cheek, hanging suspended from her chin for a moment too long. She wipes it away with a latent, passive ire.)


ATTEMPT III
SHE: This one is for everyone who loved me sometime, somewhere.
If I am accountable, if I'm responsible for leaving you with memories and nothing more, for permeating your life, establishing bonds and then fleeing in such haste, for the insidious effect of the hatred generated in you due to this decision of mine......I apologise in earnest. If I have any claims I urge you to abnegate those memories, to renounce those fragile bonds, to abdicate the domain of wrath, of negatives......I urge you in earnest.

Because I loved you not long, not enough, not forever.

But you can love me long, love me enough, love me forever.....

(She burrows her head in her arms, seeking solace from the intimacy of her own body. she lifts her head, stares unblinkingly at the photograph of her family on the table, picks the paper up without looking away and tears it to shreds.)


ATTEMPT IV
To whomsoever it may concern.

I am ending my life, no one is to be held responsible.

God bless.

(An inadvertent smile escapes her lips. she embraces the heavy air hanging all around her and quotes Oscar Wilde out loud, "Simple pleasures are but the last refuge of the complicated.")


The last refuge.


The End.

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