Sunday

I was driving Yamaha FZ-S bike on 4-lane road cruising at 120 kmph keeping past bikes, cars with swift turns and shifts.

And then…

I went out of the road with bike in air and any guesses…. I too was flying in air with bike… I could see whole road stretch and cars slowing down to watch me… flying… there was no expression in my mind… And it stood still not triggering my neurons for action… I was helpless…

And then…

I remembered that I have to go to office…

And then…

I woke up… saw no sign of disturbance or noises in our house.  Now a neuron in my mind got up and said “Hey buddy, chill man… why do you bother us even on Sundays”

And then I realized…

Its Sunday today… … I got so F**ked up that I was thinking of work even on Sunday… Shit

This is what happens when you do work for 6 days and given a rest… its hell

As Brooke committed suicide after he was sent out of jail after 30 years in “Shawshank Redemption”. He was more comfortable in jail than outside.

The same was with me…But

What do I do at work?

1.       Need for Speed Racing on LAN

2.       Chat with G-F

3.       Check Mails

4.       Spend more time for lunch

5.       Borrow i-POD from friend and charge myself to not to go to sleep after heavy lunch

6.       Most importantly open facebook and chat

7.       Attend Meetings, give presentations… with no audience to listen to

All shit right…. That’s true… “Being Professional” sucks