a dosa...no no idli..... no no.... Dosa

How often does a situation arise when u have your toes in you mouth. Often, seldom or never?
For those who have faced such situations rarely, add Sarah to your list. 

It was a friday, and she was full of energy as it is the last working day of the week. Soon after  settling at her work-desk, she was told to brush through some documents for the test. The team was asked to collect in the conference room and started their training. From 10:30 to 2 o clock, they had all the gyan given to them about instructional designing. Sarah was happy having learnt a great deal about the subject. It was like getting a degree, but the grumbling stomach interrupted Sarah's happiness. 

She came out of conference  room, ordered for a dosa...no no then changed it to a plate of idli. CEO asked her manager for a dosa. Sarah'

s manager called the office boy, asked for two plates dosas. Over!

Is it...No.

Dosa arrived, Sarah got her change back and vroomed into the lunch room, gulped the dosa down her throat and came out. 

"Did the office boy get my lunch?", asked CEO. Sarah's manager had no clue....with half dosa on his work desk and half already in his stomach. 

"You ate his dosa...you had ordered for idli naaa", told Sarh's colleague to her. <<<<<<<<" I gave him a 100 rupee note, told him to get dosa. By the time he reached my manager's workdesk, i told him to get idli instead.

He came to my desk, gave me a dosa packet and 84 rupees", recalled Sarah

That is how she saw the event. 

Sarah felt she was getting choked. Gosh!! did i eat my boss' lunch. Damn it!! no way...the office boy forgot to get my idli...and he thought the manager asked for two dosas: one for himself and one for me. 

But, where is the idli then??.....

This was the first time Sarah had eaten lunch in such a hurry, and in the lunch room, sitting all alone in dark. And trust me, she looked like a thief, eating other person's lunch. God damn her, that other person was not a colleague but her CEO. Poor lady was feeling so lost and was jumping all over the office, assuring herself that the dosa was hers.

How would you feel if same happens to you someday? Am sure it would be somewhere similar to what Sarah felt like...

yet again...

No one knows what is Sarah’s complaint? But, I know it happens. You wish that God would send positive signals to you, when you know it is the best thing that can ever happen to you. Instead, you get something unexpected…

Who knew life would ever take such a drastic turn. All the happy days would become teasers. Sarah never thought she would fail yet again. She was sure the henna on her hands would mark the beginning of her new life. But before it could dry and give her the sense of never ending happiness, things went astray. Even before she could go and choose the colour for curtains of her newly bought home, her eyes had failed to search for any colour.

“Sarah..Sarah..honey. pass me that tumbler”, she could still hear the voice from the other room. She would go running inside the room with a whole jug of water and pour the water bottoms-up on him. And then, there would be pillow fights, the real bad ones.

He would never fail to take revenge and will return to room with a bucket full of water, ready to dampen all the furniture in the room. She had to board the flight next morning and was pleading him not to throw water on gifts she had picked up for family. They were to be together forever after she returns from delhi. Shitt! Man… u spoiled my laptop. Buy me a viao now..huh!, she screamed.

“So, what will you cook when I am gone?”

Hmmm..i will have momos every day….he said, not knowing how painful would be the jealous pinch this time.

Every office has it own rules. His office commanded that mobiles be on silent mode during working hours.

12 missed calls!! “f ****! I missed it. She will be angry. Hope she dint buy bright blue coloured curtains. She should have sent me a text atleast. God… help me. I will tell her I had a meeting with a client.”

“What if I die in a boom? What will you do?”, he still remembered her silly questions.

It was 14^th September when serial blasts happened in Delhi. She was eating her ever lovely puchkaas and the blast sent off a piece of heavy iron piece right into her leg. The first thing she could think of was to call him.

Another boom! a few meters away made everything dark in front of her. She could still hear the call going in the loudspeaker mode. She screamed… hoping some one would reply.

This was one of those times she had hoped that God would help.

Sometimes, when we see our prayers fail, we go into a state of silence and madness or higher sanity, as i call it. Sarah had taken refuge into the same mode. She has refused to recognise anyone. Her silence raises a question to heaven upward. What question? What happened to her?