Friday, July 19, 2013
I remember how I lacked career focus and didn't really care if I had a job or not, in my twenties.. I once quarreled with top management loudly and rudely, and walked out on my job. I couldn't stand there when someone was shouting, "Get out!", could I?
Momentous though that sounds, it was not earthshaking or shocking to me. I came home, went on about my work and at around two thirty switched on the T.V and started watching "Basic Instinct:" with rapt fascination. My dear friend Bhooma came over and tried to rehash the day's drama with me.I just nodded and tried to look serious every time she made a comment.But all I was thinking about was...Who dunnit?? How is the film going to end?
Finally I could take it no longer. I told Bhooma." Listen. I want to see how this film ends. Please let's talk later" But my assertion proved to be an effort that went in vain. Because of a Power Cut. No words can describe how disappointed I felt.But Bhooma started chastising me.."Here I am, rushing down to your place to console you and tell you not to worry...and look at you!" And we giggled so much over that.