Thursday, June 4, 2009

Purple and Gold dance in my eyes~

Its 6 Fifteen PM, The Intel Office seems eerily silent. Most cubes are empty. Those that arent, house people who are intensely into their work. Mine although, is just a lil bit different- 3 dairy milk wrappers lie around me, exhausted from the sheer pressure of being the object of intense temptation. Threading, mutex and python run loosely in my head, interspersed with moments of the earlier chocolate eating experience.

Its one thing to byte into a bar of dairy milk, knowing that you dont have to share it with anyone (*Humour not intended* Chocolates and sharing should not belong in the same sentence *Solemn face*) and Its another thing to get high on choclate!

*Solemn face persists, eyes become dreamy*

Monday, June 1, 2009

One busy week

One trip to club Kabana. One day in the water. Two servings of icecream. One day with amma and deb. Two servings of icecream again. One morning with cold. One afternoon of temperature.One trip to the Intel clinic. One evening of head ache and truely feeling in the dumps. One night when I slept like I din know what hit me. One half day off from work(my first). One afternoon spent again, at the Intel clinic. One anxious nurse. Three unsuccessful attempts at bringing my temperature down. One thermometer that read 102. One apprehensive doctor. One sweet admin. Three friends who dint mind missing work. One visit to the hospital. One look at my Intel tag. One push on the bed- One BP test, One blood test, One blood sugar level check, One pulse check. One bottle of drips. One whiney patient who felt completely healthy and wanted to tear stuff away from her hand and run out. Two angry friends who came visting in the evening. One more bottle of drips, this time refused by the patient. One matronly woman who was hell bent on making the patient stay the night. One sign in a refusal of treatment form. One thousand and five hundred rupees and a pink slip. Six Dolo 650's. One autoride from there. One more day off from work. Twenty seven people asking if I was ok. Five jerkin wearing, cough emitting, icecream-less, pastry-less, coke-less, laddu-less days.


High on drama.