Virgin and Virginette

•March 3, 2008 • 1 Comment

Phantoms, giants or ghosts, not sure what they were. Each guy I know had one in hand. They were waving these huge creatures as if they were waving a magic wand to create a stupid effect which almost caught my breath everytime I felt the effect. Among these monsters, lucky me, I could see an innocent looking young man with a desperate and tensed look on his face.Couldn’t help but ask him why he was tensed. He too was confused about why he was there and actually of all, WHERE he was. I stuck a conversation with him and soon realized he had a stronger reason to be tensed. His name was Virgin. Strange name i thought. I asked him what time it was. He said 6:34 AM. Great! early in the morning, in a devil’s den, with an equally lost guy, excellent start of the day. Coming to the actual reason why Virgin was tensed was his girl friend. They have been dating for a while now. Finally they reached the most interesting part of dating – yah the THING! Virgin chalked out a plan for the day. Bike ride early in the morning to the beach, quiet walk till the tent on the far end of the shore, candle lit breakfast(!!!) and then … the THING. But, wat the fuck. Where is he? and damn with whom is he walking!! By the way, he told me his girl’s name – Virginette!! Stranger name i thought. Looking at Virgin’s feelings, i could paint a picture of Virginette’s moods! She woke up two hours back, freshened up and was in the shower for the last one hour secretly feeling good about the imminent THING. She stepped out of the shower, approached the mirror, dropped the wrapped towel and carefully puffed talc all over her slender build. She dressed in the prettiest of outfits and eagerly waited by the bedroom window for the first signal from her Virgin. I asked Virgin again what the time was. He said 6:49 AM. Walking along, we crossed a huge monster with a big computer monitor in hand, waving furiously and saying ” Code! Code!”. Our heads were still turned back by the time we narrowly escaped a tiny bitch right in the middle of the pathway screaming “Dead Line! Dead Line!”. We had to be extra careful till we reached a small room with a big mirror. My head turned naturally towrds the mirror and Aghast!! What the fuck was i looking at. Two ‘ME’s. Yah i was walking with someone exactly looking like myself. The tensed look on Virgin’s face suddenly turned into a wry smirk and whoomp..he vanished into thin air. But his watch dropped and it showed exactly 7:00 AM. I kept looking at the watch and a gentle beep started in the background which grew into pounding noise piercing my eardrums.

I got up, switched off the alarm and quietly walked into the shower thinking of who Virginette was!!

THE D day and my first crush!

•August 10, 2007 • Leave a Comment

Being not exposed much to the real world except to the academia, I was not very comfortable with the fomalities in a office. My Dad is an employee in the Govt. sector and that was the only office environment I knew about. With a lot of apprehensions in mind, I stepped into the huge campus of my first company and my designation was ‘Software Engineer’ , the hard earned(when I joined, atleast) title for a graduate. At the gate of the company, I saw a herd (cant help, it was indeed a herd) of people with neatly tucked in gentlemen trying to get lucky with young college chicks(read females) on the very joining day. Everyone had mixed feelings of curiosity and joy on their faces. I tried to spot one pretty female to kill time gazing at her. But wasnt lucky enough. Just then I saw someone coming from inside the gate. ‘Oh! she is real hot’ I thought secretly hoping to see her in my cubicle. She came to us and said ‘Form a line and take out your offer letters’. My disappointment started from this point. She is our HR and wont be sitting in my cubicle. Ok! Fine! so what? in a huge campus like this, cant I find one girl whom I like. She lead us into a big hall and we were seated there. Over the screen in front of us, we had the schedule of the day. Never in my life I have attended so many sessions of information and gyaan. First was from the HR itself. She spoke about the policies and I was in my own world having a walk with her. All went well until she uttered the words ‘Sexual Harassment’. These words grabbed me by my collar out of my stroll and oops, I just fell on the lady sitting beside me. Not sure whether I hurt her really but she gave out a cry! “Aaaaah!!” I couldn’t get whether she cried in pain or ……..!! Thats it! Damn every body started staring at me and my lady stopped the lecture. Oh my God! I am booked on the very first day 😦 She came to my seat and asked “Are you alright?”. I was puzzled to even respond. I just smiled and told her it was a slip. That was all, I thought. After that my lady started her lecture again, but promptly used me in every example she talked about sexual harassment and royally thrashed all my hopes of getting a chick in my training batch. All through the day, I could see a suspicious look in every girls eyes! To hell with it, lot of people out there and lot of babes out there! Dont worry , I consoled myself. But yeah! one advantage out of this, I got some good friends on the first day itself! Birds of same feather flock together!! All those bird watchers and hunters were all my friends now!

After the first session started a series of autograph giving ( signatures on every document on earth). Twenty signatures to say the least and they gave us homework of more. But I enjoyed it as never before I signed so many documents and never before these many people were behind me to get signatures. This was precisely the first day in my career.

More to come … watch this space…

Who Am I

•July 27, 2007 • Leave a Comment

Who am I? (With due respect to the movie, no copyright violation!!)

First post is like first love! It gives you a kick and you feel elated being one among the millions of bloggers who write something on the net as they dont have space on their computer! Am already kicked in the *** u know where! I want to tell something about me in my first post. I am Smachie, a typical software labourer working my a** off in a ‘well known technologies’ and getting paid peanuts. I dont crib about any of this as it is ‘My Life My Choice’. Why did I name my blog as this?? I never really had a choice about anything. Everything is pre-decided…by the destiny!! Now, I am on my own, I am all by myself, I want to dictate the destiny and rewrite the story. Here I go in search of finding ways to do it. Smachie takes on the corporate world… this space for more of his adventures!