'It was my birthday.I had set the alarm an hour prior to my regular timing.But i hated myself when the highly irritating noise woke me up out of the most extraordinary dream i had(well,i couldn't recollect it however i was sure it was a good one).These machines have the amusing habit of going off at times when they are most unwelcome.And the snoozes are ludicrously redundant.Because if one is gonna wake up he would wake up at the first notice,you don't need to remind him every five minutes that he is oversleeping because when he puts off the first one he most probably will do the same for the consecutive.
I then progressed to do my ultimate routine and after about half an hour,i was ready on my doorstep looking forward to a great birthday.I was wearing blue checks and black underpants suited with a pair of heavily polished shoes.The shoes were obviously polished after several generations!.The previous day was too laborious that i had fell asleep soon after my dinner.Presumably,i would have had calls last night and it is clearly inimical of me not to respond. I had not checked my phone yet,I hadn't had time for that this morning.I had to save up the precious time and go to the temple.I am not that religious,i might as well quote myself an half- atheist.I don't usually rely on providence but at times when things are out of hand,i could not help but pray impulsively.However,I had promised mom to go to the temple after several reiterations.I sped my bike in the set direction.
Half an hour later, i was walking out of the temple with some indefinite aura that I considered positiveness beholding the ecclesiastical sense that had crossed my mind.It was a perfectly fine nine o' clock with a clear,bright sky.I took out my phone to atlast check the alerts of the calls i had missed the night before.And in the screen it showed 'one missed call' and it was from mom.I was like ' thats it? or is it still loading?'."These things don't load anyway" i said to myself feeling all the pride flow out of me.I was shocked rather disappointed.'How could everyone forget my birthday?'.All those intimate faces flipped through my thoughts.The positiveness i had considered seemed to be something else less assuring.However i gathered up my mind soon enough.'This day is
not going to downhearten me,yesterday's strive will not let me down'.I had managed to finish up the project i had been assigned to,three days before the due date.Putting up a resolute thought as to have no work bothering me on my birthday,i had pushed up on my veins to wrap up the burden.
I was explicitly awaiting for the reaction on the frog's face(that's my boss in office).I had always been subjected to savagery by his brutal utterances.He must be the worst boss the world has ever seen specifically to me.His frustating kind of attitude,always putting up the face of a grotesque frog and being obstinate on the result he desires,these are too much to ask from a pitiable 25 year old.
I entered the reception of our office relishing the air conditioned breeze.I accosted the receptionist and asked,"Has the frog come yet?".
"Yes,he's here.Just arrived,looks like he's in a good mood"she replied.
"That's better,here i go to spoil his zest" I thought and said out aloud,"Thank you."
I walked in the direction of his cabin my laptop bag swinging on my shoulders.The office was not large and not too small either,it's good enough for comfy works.It had its own distinct scent that sometimes i wondered incredulously if it's like my second home that i have such an impression.I turned round the corner and halted in front of the cabin door.I had this great feeling that it's going to be the best interview with my boss.And who knows he could even praise me.I opened the door grinning unintentionally.
There he sat,on his office chair incongruous to the sophisticated modelings and designs decorated around him.There he sat,on the chair i had sometimes dreamt of.When i entered,he lifted his gaze to look at me and smiled vaguely.But even that is a lot to get from him.
"Please,sit"he sounded less hoarse.
I took my seat and rummaged my laptop bag."Is the project ready?"he asked.
I can hardly believe what i had heard.
"But sir,the due date is friday."I said duller than usual.
"Yes,it had been said so.But our clients are demanding it sooner."he said with no change in his tone.
"Well sir,i had managed to finish it.But i had not any time to go through it,there is just some finalizing work and it will be all set then."i replied confidently expecting him to appreciate me on my efforts.
"You still need time?" His voice had the exact disgusting hoarseness whenever he rebuked."What were you doing all these days?."
Disappointment took over my form at these words.I had not expected such a response at all.The mind fought to grasp some tenacity to recover the shattered pieces of confidence but failed.I sweared under my breath.I could do no more than cower at his piercing reprimand.His tone swelled steadily intimidating me.I felt dejected at first and then it was disgusting.'How could someone be such sadistic'.
After what felt like several hours of agony i exited the cabin.I felt the ambiance spin around me.That disgusting frog had asked me to do more work,more changes than i ever expected to do in that project of mine.I was walking disconsolately in the direction of my seat,when a beaming face accosted me.
Poyal said,"Seems like the frog had atlast enjoyed the bait."
"Failure's all i can get off him."I said dimly,"He wants me to almost start afresh on the project.He says i've to improvise."I then sweared.
"May be you have to,K."he commented mockingly,"Here,let me see your work."
I handed him my laptop.He was a senior to me in the office and gave me a piece of his mind both when i needed them and not.'
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The old man's POV:
Highly noxious this place has become,the famous Gore's square they say,now has become far less crowded than it ever was.I had not been to this part of the town for a long time though.I had not even gone around to places for years.I was rather shut down from travelling with a lame excuse of me getting weird hallucinations.Those doctors consider themselves over-smart.But i agree that my memories are getting weak,the days are getting more difficult with lost thoughts and schemes.My debilitated mind comes out of the trance once the visual sense set its focus on the most familiar yet obscure scene.A pale little kid is perched on a stone bench from my times.He looks too weak and puts up a skeptical look on his face gazing side to side.A small package is laid beside on which he has a hand on making sure it's all safe in his terms.He is fidgeting with his other hand.It's quite unusual to see these modern day kids (sophisticated,they themselves say) alone at this hour of the day and at such a place.However my inconscient memory cells push my thoughts to a different day of my life too many years ago,i am not sure how many but i have a crystal memory of that particular day.
