One More Day…. Everything happens as usual, The sun rises in hazy smog, Unknown cars honk on the distant road, Birds chirp in hunger One more day begins in unhurried impatience My eyes hurt craving for some more sleep, The CEO’s early call to meet today rings on my phone, My heart wants me to take it somewhere far far away, The morning newspapers lie lazily on the doorstep, At last something to cheer about and cry for… Some more deaths in a distant land of unknown people, The Army Chief wants troops withdrawn from Afghanistan, The sultry ramp model believes in life after death, Another CEO announces a takeover for a few million chips, Daily astro-forecast proclaims accidental gains for me “The Boss had to get into an emergency meeting, Sir, He’s kindly requested you to wait.” Requested or Ordered! The battle between survival instincts and self-respect occupies me, The electronic clock and the secretary’s hairdo tell me the time, My wait waits in an impatient patience.. “What will you have, Sir? Tea, coffee or maybe...” “No, nothing, er - maybe a glass of water...” The Secretary vanishes A new wait for that elusive glass begins, And drowns the thought - I have been taken for granted Anxiety takes the place of activity, Is he avoiding me? The glass of water appears, Dangling between the manicured red nails “The boss has asked me to tell you, he’s sorry to keep you waiting. He’ll meet you shortly.” I try my best, To regain my trust in the limitlessness of the word - shortly The Theory of Relativity - from a new perspective perhaps!!! “Let’s go for lunch and talk”, The elusive boss of the ever-smiling Secretary comes out of his cabin, With no one following him through the door Was this a tele conference!!!! The battle re-surfaces in a new avatar “Sorry to keep you waiting for a little while,” The CEO grins “It happens.” I stretch my jaw muscles to their extremities The battle drowns in activity again Weather, bombings, wars, capital market, ramp models Occupy the CEO’s vocal chord and lips With a liberal smattering of his confused vision of ‘my company’ In between With his eyes darting between my necktie And the low necklines of the lady on the other table At last the meeting is happening. And happens for a little less than three hours, The content repeating itself in amazing regularity, “I understand”, I say, whenever he finds time to look into my eyes Without a hint of the absolute confusion in my mind I listen, pretend to listen and practice sleeping with eyes open Waiting for the CEO to hear his own voice, Which happens coincidentally at last, Just when the lady on the next table stands up “Ok, then. Do send in your proposal. Let’s begin from Monday next.” The CEO growls in his suave arrogance With his eyes fixed On the fast vanishing feminine silhouette “Yeah. Sure”, I mutter with my eyes fixed On my credit card, Stooping under the weight of the charge slip I come out to face the sweltering metropolis, With the Sun forcing its way through the hole In the Ozone layer The traffic snails before and past me in impatient laze, The grey clouded western sky has orange linings My mind thinks of the charge slip and the accidental gain Everything happens as usual, The sun hangs from a hazy smog, Unknown cars honk next to me, Birds chirp restlessly for a shelter One more day ends in unhurried impatience. #####
Posted on: Sun, 24 Nov 2013 07:31:20 +0000
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