OFFICE AT 12

For the last couple of days i am coming to office at 12. Does that mean i am not working hard.. i guess it means i am just not focussed. So many things to do and so much time i can actually fish out from the 24 hours of a day, but it all gets spent in lethargy, idle pursuits and gossips. But then, this is life.

Everybody come to office to work. I come for picnic, for devising means and ways to do less work in more time and to pretend that i am one of the most energetic and efficient and hard working journalist DNA Money ever got since its inception on August 2, 2005.

My organisation, i believe, is lucky that is has ME.... one who is tactful enough to create an impression that i work the most. And i feel proud when people say that i have 'zeal'... (though i dnt realli know the meaning of it, but i guess anything that sounds music to the ears is positive and should be taken as an honourarium... if it is for u.)

Hey, i am having a feeling that i am the BEST. Despite all my shortcomings, which i guess are none but still used the word to sound modest and humble, i am good at almost everything. Whether it is pretending, whether it is spending time aimlessly, or even when i am angry and when i am laughing!!

Now that i have praised myself so much, i have boosted my self-esteem to an extent that i think now i can take a break and go for a smoke.... my favourite companion with whom i share a sweet camaraderie... a Gold Flake king size and all its twin brothers and sisters that pop out of a Rs 40 packet, are the luckiest bunch of guys who know me in and out..... with every drag of the king... i feel like a king... and the intensity of the drag actually tell the stub how am i feeling... down and out, up and high, sentimental, romantic and even horny!! ha ha

Hats off to ITC. An ode to all smokers in the world will follow suit soon....

Now lets get back to pretending

;-)