The Eagles Have Landed

My mind is in a total mix of varied emotions right now. On one hand I am fuckin behaving like a one man call center. Stupid production support for client. Now why the fuck am I expected to fix client problems. I don't even know these clients as people if u know what I mean. Why should I fix other peoples problems as if I didnt have enough on my hand already. To top it off, during production support time I have land in office at insane hours. Heres a question which idiot wakes up at 6 am in the mrning on a chilly day and leaves for work at 6.30. Well you guessed right. I DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fine thats the shitty part of my thoughts right now. The great news is....all are back. YAY!!!!!!!!

People Ive been waiting to meet for so long. the last 1 and a half years were probably the worst of my life(I have been saying the same thing for the last 4 years). But this time I feel so genuinely. I havent felt more alone in my life. Waking up to the harsh reality of not having your friends around you is one painful feeling(most painful next only to getting a kick on your balls as a wake up alaram...I havent experienced this but Ive been told so). The last 18 months have just been spent online and on the phone to somehow try and get to the other end and ensure yourself that you still exist out there too. Using more filmy dialogs "To ensure that even though you dont exist physically, you haunt the vicinity of their thoughts". Wah Wah!!! How brilliantly I write. Thank you. Thank you. No need to applaud.

Ok now that Im done with the ranting of how I am cho chweet and misses them and all I will now rant about plan for next month. The wheel has already started rolling. First of all starting this weekend Im on leave!!!!!!1 For 2 fucking weeks!!!!!! Biggest break after college. And I didnt even a break in college. The feeling of taking this leave like escaping a Nazi concentratin camp, just at the time when you would have been castrated (ofcourse I do know after the 2 weeks are over the feeling would be like you've been recaptured and they do manage to complete the castration).

Next on the agenda...31st night. YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!! it promises to be a night of wild drunken revelry and a night of realisation for each one of us. it promises to be a night of love and joy. It promises to be one of the bestest nights ever seen on the face of planet earth and other related celestial bodies surrounding it and not having any intelligent living organisms. (On 2nd thoughts I discount the adjective intelligent from living organisms)

After new years casual meetings for another 15 days, eating out, watching movies, gosipping like old aunties, little laughing, little crying, and other things which take you back to the magical place I call college. However shitty the building and the rest of the people were, I met the greatest people out there.

2 eagles have landed.....2 more to go....heres to a NEW LIFE....Cheers!!!!

Okay now back to production support and the dumb client who cant fix bugs in the software he created....hmmph

Chatroom

The system boots up. "This computer has been locked by Dumbfuck....Only Dumbfuck can unlock the system." He goes through the motions of entering the login credentials impatiently.

"Damn." He tells himself. Another log-in process to go through. If only he was perenially on IM. He should have selected that option before logging off the last time. Now he was wasting premium talk time since she would log off in some time. There was only half an hour left after which she would definitely log off and sleep. "Why the fuck, couldnt US be in the same time zone? Why does it have to be different in everything? The fuckin place has 5 time zones in itself. I hate that God forsaken country."

He signs in and immediately sends her an instant message without losing a second. "Hey, wassup."

Fifteen seconds and no reply, thirty and still nothing. Hes losing his hair and patience. "Are you busy, is this not a good time to speak?"

Finally a reply from the heavens, "Nah not really. Just preparing for tomorrows test." His hatred for exams just quadrupled. "So what are you doing?"

He had already prepared overnight for this question. He had a clever answer, which was flirty and not too suggestive. "Thinkin about you". He adds a smiley just to add to the informality of the remark and the relationship.

She wants to ignore the remark,but not completely. "Aww. So how did your interview go?"

He really doesnt know which one she is talking about because he had a dozen in the last month without any success and he thought he had already told her before how each one went. It was possible that she wasn't paying attention when he told her. Another possibility was that she was just so used him talking about them each day that the question came out as an instinct. He would like to believe the latter. It seemed more plausible somehow. Any case he had to confirm.

"Which one?". Her reply comes after a pause, "Floydian Tech." Floydian Tech was his first interview. He got his answer. He just replies. "It was okay, but I didnt make it."

"Oh I'm sorry. Hey listen, I gotta go now, need some sleep. Have to conserve energy. Need all that I can get for the test tomorrow. I will call you. Bye and take care." She types in great speed and bids farewell."

He feels the pressure of a good clever farewell, and he had thought he would have the time so he hadnt thought of this part the night before. But, this wasnt fair and he needed something fast. He couldn't so all he came up with was. "All the best and take care." He however needed to slip something past. "I really miss you. I really do."

"I miss you too. Bye".

All I can think of at this point of time are these words from Al-Pacino- "The Scent Of a Woman"

"There is no prosthetic for an amputated spirit"

My addendum ".....neither for a castrated soul"