Serious in Love ✔

11- "Let's get bored together. We'll be less bored that way."

11- "Let's get bored together. We'll be less bored that way."

« VANSH »

Our team members were gearing up for the weekly meeting. Files were shuffled, voices were muffled while the chairs were being shifted in the direction of the white board. Irfan inserted his pen drive to the CPU to display his presentation for today.

“Heads up everyone,” Irfan announced, attracting attention to all members in the room. “Today we are here to discuss the weekly tasks of each individual and then the overall progress of the project. Let's start.”

A blank white screen flashed when he clicked on autoplay. A diagram was to be expected next but instead, there was an unexpected sound. Or rather a music that everyone recognized all too well.

“Oppa Gangnam style!!..  Gangnam style. Op, op, op, oppa gangnam style~”

The room that was eerily silent turned into a series of snickers and laughs. Even Richie couldn't help but titter. Natasha and another teammate Angie already started shaking their shoulders to the tune, while another man was performing the famous horse dance step. Everyone fell for it, except one man. A red-faced man named Irfan. While I watched their reactions, feeling high and mighty about it, I knew I was going to be a dead meat after this meeting. In fact, if looks could kill, I would have died way earlier by Irfan.

Before any of us heard the song till the end, Irfan switched the damn thing off. Gary spoke up. “Why, dude?... Um, my apologies.”

Luckily, we had a friendly boss, who didn't take the issue too seriously. He loved the surprise, but also adviced on not repeating it again, despite Irfan's attempts to claim that he was framed. Feels good in becoming the old Vansh again.

~

I had a love- hate relationship with my boss, Richie. He was a good person but just because he was the boss, he couldn't be entirely good. It was the universal truth.

I said this as I attended a seminar with my newfound companions, Natasha and Irfan on a Saturday afternoon. Richie, our great, great man, decided that it was okay to force us, junior architects, into a two hour seminar that talked about the architecture today, as if we were born a century earlier. What was he thinking?

But sometimes, just sometimes, my brother 'luck' decided to side with me.

“Sir, I have a doubt from the stats you've drawn. May I have your permission to come over?” Natasha asked politely, standing up from the chair. The blonde lecturer, signalled to go ahead. Everyone watched cautiously as she walked to the whiteboard, standing next to him and asked her doubts professionally. So far so good. She was nodding at whatever the sir was saying until she placed a hand at the side of the forehead and closed her eyes halfway. The lecturer was quick to notice.

“Is there a problem, miss?”

She leaned her head against the whiteboard, almost causing the lecturer to reach out to her, but stopped as she steadied herself. “My- my head sir. It's spinning— Eewk, I think I'm going to vomit.”

The lecturer's face grew ashen but before he could try to help her out, I did the honors myself. After all, this was the most perfect opportunity. “Don't worry sir, I'll walk her out to the washroom.”