Just like that ...

The windowpane near my cubicle is dusty and hazy. Maybe it has not been cleaned in some time. Or may be it was the dust storm. But I am detached from this fact. I am exultant. It is Friday again. That time of the week when the whole working world is glad. At least those who have a Saturday off. I have a Saturday off.

The weather is fabulous today, like yesterday, after days of raging heat waves. It is overwhelmingly cast. And there is a delightful mild breeze out there. I can make that out from my sealed cubicle by the way the tree leaves are tangoing with the gust. It looks so romantic. Romantic?!

I want to go out. I want to fly and drift aimlessly like birds. Have a panoramic view of the city. Unbound. Unabashed. Unchallenged.

But alas! I cannot fly and the material world is beckoning. I will settle with the next best POA. I will meet, shop, eat, drink, write, sleep and indulge. And Sleep. I am very sleepy. I have been managing on 5 hours of sleep for quite a few days now. I want to sleep. I want to sleep on a cozy lap that will not ask me questions. Questions that I hate.

How is work?

Now, why do you want to know! It is fucking boring and they are even planning to through me out! Will I not tell you if there is a problem?

What are you doing this weekend?

I am planning to murder you and then earn a government paid sabbatical to one of the central jails on grounds that I killed you in a schizophrenic spasm. And then the rest of my life will be a weekend! If you have a plan, tell me. We can meet and do that. And if I have not called you till 6 p.m. friday evening then I definitely lack one. And if I do not then it lacks you!

What have you thought about your future?

Oh yes! I made a terrible mistake by studying and now working. Though I can be someone important in a few years. But this does not give me the kick. Not ambitious enough. I will probably revive the rule of bandits in the ravines of Chambal. It sounds challenging. Instant fame. Pictures in publications across the globe if I can create a rightful amount of terror. Why worry so much for future dude? I will take things as it comes. Thinking has not helped anybody’s future anyway. The key lies in ‘karma’. So I work. Work all week in the belief that the work and job is taking me somewhere. Why talk about it for leisure? Lets have fun instead.

Did you talk or meet your ex?

Oh no! Not again. What good will this knowledge do to you? I am not answerable to you. And hence will not. I understand your concern as a friend and have told you the pain has escaped me. Let me be alone on this.

When are you getting married?

What the fuck!!! Why on earth should I get married? There is no girl who loves me enough to get married. And I am happy the way I am. Freedom. No reservations. And I am not even ready for marriage. Maybe there was a time when I was. But things have changed. Probably for good. I just got a new lease of life. Let me live it. Moreover, I am still a kid in many ways.

But there is no such lap. Not at least mine. Not now. Till then I am destined for my pillow. It is not as comfortable though. But it will do.

It has started raining. At last. It is so wonderful! Awesome is the word! I want to go outside, breakaway from my mundane roster. Get out, get wet. Everything is so dark, so green and so beautiful. A treat to the eyes. After the scorching sun of the gone days.

I need to get back to work. And look forward to my weekend with a sense of accomplishment. So long!