Saturday, January 27, 2007

Bits of chatter & some politically incorrect thoughts

"Long time guys, loooong time.."

"So girls, wassup?"

"Don't ask babe, don't ask..."

" So um... are you guys still.. ummm... "

"Us? Which one are you talkin about? "

"Err.. so I think that means a no.."

"Oh, Him??? Nope. No way. Finito."

"Hmm..."

"Shut up dude, just because I gave it a shot the past 3 times when things went wrong doesn't mean than I will do it this time, you know."

"Right.. so whose the new guy? Ohmigawd!!! Don't tell us you have fallen for your boss! Do you know how much they are paying you?"

"Yo babes, wait it out man. None of your crushes last for more than three weeks!"

"Dude!"

"It's cool yaar. And its not my boss. Yuck! What a thought!"

"But...?"

"How do you know there is a but? Aaaaaargh... I'm in love with one of my clients.... aaaargh!!!!"

"Love??? Heyhey... lets not go overboard - why dont we use the term crush?"

"Aaaargh!!! I'm so unprofessional! My career will go down the drain... aaargh...."

"What? Do you guys make out or something in your office?"

"DUDE!!!!"

"Dude I just asked.... they way she was reacting.... okay... stop blushing and tell me what exactly you do..."

"I .. errr... ermmm.. call him up... like.... errr... every day.... to ask about the project and all... and we talk...."
"I guess its cool man - she is imagining the whole stuff up as usual."

"Shit woman! Does your boss know? Back off ASAP!"

"Err... that's the problem - he actually gave me a public recommendation for my high level of client engagement..."

"Heheheheheeeee!! Client engagement!! I like it!! Me likey likey!! very very!!!!!"

"SHUTTAAPP!!!"

"Sorry dude.. really sorry... madam, what about you?"

"Err.. you know.. he finally wants to marry me.. yeah, so we are trying to get a similar location and all that... but I don't think it will go on, you know... "

"Hmm.. yeah..."

"Actually, I guess I never really liked him... we are actually thinking of calling it off... I met his younger brother last week -he is kinda cute... and he takes such good care of me..."

"Then do it na... instead of cribbing so much.."

"Yeah but what do we tell our common friends?"

"Yo, ask those morons to go to hell. If ANY of them want to ask you anything, as them to come to me.. I will give an explaining which they wont forget in a hurry - you guys wanna breakup, you breakup! You wanna date his kid bro, you date his kid bro! "

"I may take up the offer da... lets see... btw, what about you? "

"Bye gals, gotta go.. byeee..."

"Not so fast...."

"Shattttaaaaaaaaaaaap!"

Oh, btw, the voices reflected above are an amalgamation of the voices of my friends. Any use of the words woman, man, dude, dudette - they are used to guide, not to point at anyone - from a particular place, company or gender. We are the lost souls. We left our childhoods long back by some dusty roadside; yet we yearn for the relative simplicity and the never shaken optimism that everything is going to be alright the next moment, hour or day. We know we are growing old, but how we resist it - by looking and talking young.

We are the boats which are moving confidently to the sea, but we not know yet if we will sink or crash or even have a slim chance of miraculously reaching some unknown land.

Each of us is isolated in his or her own path. Our paths cross, but we still have to travel lone, sail alone, in search of the meaning of our search.

Whisper a prayer for us, for we are the ones who are forgotten in the prayers as we are cursed with youth. The old are remembered in the prayers of their children, the children are taken care of by the world. The poor have morality and justice to feel for them, the neglected do have their guardian angels, however few or far in between.

We are the ones who are cursed with blessings, expected to be happy. We are the ones who cannot cry, for they have not defined our tears.

We, the youth.

2 comments:

kasewa said...

the answers to both your questions are "ok". however, riddle me this... who are YOU?

wv:heulix: addition into the english through a poorly spelt biology textbook that became famous...

Anonymous said...

Plz write ur blog in any colors as bright as u (other than yellow).