my little paradise...

I am sitting in front of my computer which inturn sits on a semi hexagonal table. I spent the earlier part of the day working on a spreadsheet with multicolours emphasizing the significance of those revenue figures. Lots of work to do for the day. But I get this enormous satisfaction blogging in such hours. I try to have a look at the things lying on my worktable and let me list out those clutters here...

A computer which is staring at me with a blank look and an equally sophisticated mouse proving our partnership with MS. A terrible mess of wires running between the computer and the CPU in all shades of black white and grey. And there goes a wire running upto those soft black foam interiors of the headphones which luxuriously cradles me with a fusion music! Well my colleagues around feel that headphones should have a little LED in the middle that lights up to indicate sound levels. That way, they can tell if I am really listening to music, or just having the headphones on and listening to every dumb word( one of those "ssshhh women" jokes ) that they share.

In either sides of my computer lies those hi-tech Shorelines and the extension phone conveniently echoing at the perfect time interpreting the most intimatest of my thoughts. Well have you ever pressed 9 buttons for a six digit number... I need to everyday if the number consists of eight and zero with three extra times of pressing the arrogant eight/zero. I am prepared for this and all the more as long as the phone helps me in saving those Rs2/min charges of my cellphone.

Next to my phones lies my authentic, exceptional handbag that houses anything that I stuff in....Sorry to those who cant stop thinking about the brutality that went into this leather handbag.

Don't get me started on the cell phone thing. Sure, I've got one. How else would my dear ones be able to keep a permatab on my absolutely up to no good whereabouts? There lies this small cell pouch next to my handbag ...Well that's for my cell phone. Trust me it was a "cell hell' to find my phone when it used to lie amongst the junks in my handbag. So it struck me as to why not should I give it due respect and hence the pouch. Now when I have done all this why the hell should I turn my cell phone off and revel momentarily in my self imposed unavailability during the meetings. Go head; turn your cell phone ring on the highest, most annoying volume. Wait for calls. Really, you should do this anyway, no matter if it's Cross functionl meetings, church, the opera, or a funeral. You need to be accessible!" Did anyone call?"you are important!

A green transparent water jug stands there on my right..who hates being half full! The moment the water level drops down..Looks like he would give out a wail and the office boy comes running to satisfy his urge of being filled till the brim.

I love Mugs. This one was gifted by my dad. A blue and a white one. So why wont I have it right next to me especially when it claims me to be a lovely sweet little angel of utter loveliness! Thank you Dad! I definitely wanted to use this as a tea mug! But then I would end up drinking 5 cups of tea as this is a jumbo one! Three is pretty damn good. I wouldn't say I am an addict or anything. Ofcourse, one of those first stages of addiction is denial. Its not like I hang out on the street at night dealing tea " hey man, you know where I can score some tea?" So now I use this cup to store those stationeries. More than me using them it is for those who come in desperately in search of those scissors,pens,staplers, tapes and gums. Well..Something to show off right!

Now let me get back to work. And work includes fooling around with my spreadsheet....And generating a better sales target! Whew! Don't you think I deserve a medal with a capital E for blogging in such crucial hours!