HUH!!

23rd June, 2005.

a guy walks to a corner room of the first floor of a newly constructed building. his classmate whoz standing outside gives this guy a firm handshake and wishes him 'all the best'. this guy Mr. R grins at that guy and slowly opens the door. a nerdy lookin guy with semi bald head and XXL size spects was awaiting for R's entry into the room. the door closes behind R....tick tick tick...the clock ticks on...the minutes hand takes 3/4th of the lap no:8625891147752, a race in which, winning is its last interest. the same old crappy boring track one more time. for it, all those days are same, all hours, all minutes and all seconds. but hw wud this minutes hand know wut struggle Mr. R is going through. hw wud it know, it wasnt the same day for him. hw wud it know, hw difficult it is to walk on egg-shell for 45 minutes!! now, its really annoying to the guy standing outside, standing in the same place since 2 hours. hungry and angry. but how wud he know wut running race Mr. R is trying to win... the door opens slowly and Mr. R come out. he seems to be like a wrestler came out of the ring of 'wrestle mania' finals. Mr. R looks confused and this confuses the guy standing outside. 'It was Voookay' replies R to the how-was-it-? look. Mr. R is dragged into another room as he descends the staircase. a girl waiting at a desk near the door puts a colored paper into his hand and shows him another desk at the end of the room. this gal seems not-so-interested-in_this or why-my-boy-friend-is-not-calling kind of expression. after researching on wut cud be the material these floor tiles are made of. then thinking on how many volts of alternate current it takes for a fan motor to take a complete rotation. disturbing the thought process about the possibilities of converting her research proposals into full time research, she hears an yell. she looks at a scene where Mr. R seems to be the happiest man of all the men living in the world. she tried but cudnt control herself from smiling as the scene started making sence to her. she said 'congrats!' as Mr. R approached the door to get out of it.Mr. R looked gazed and hypnotized as he walked out of the building. he can see nothing and hear nothing as the words 'okie raj it was nice talking to you. motorola would like to offer you a post as junior software engineer. with a CTC of 4.37 lakhs'. rest of Mr.R's day was filled with the smiles, handshakes, hugs, phonecalls, parties.

23rd June, 2006.

Now, exactly after one year, Mr. R, stares at the monitor thinking how the world has changed him. cursing the situation hez in where hectic has become the word to start and end the day.