Someone once said “Rejection makes a man stronger. Besides men aren’t ones who seek happiness.” To be more exact the someone who said this was a cartoon character. That too a journeying ninja with pervy inclinations. A man who had led the life of a sage in all respects except for the fact that he passed his time while journeying by writing adult novels. So, it is only understandable that anyone in their right minds wouldn’t give a second thought about this line. However, unfortunately, I wouldn’t say I am someone who has exactly found my right mind yet. At least, not as I sat there on my cozy little chair in my cozy little office oblivious to the blistering heat of the summer right outside the windows behind me.
For the umpteenth time that week, I had just made my almost religious third journey in the day all the way from my second floor seating space to my immediate superiors seating space in the first floor and asked “Sir, what do you want me to do today??” The first two unrewarded journeys were made in the morning and afternoon. The third was made in the evening after the tea break. Without even a bat of the eyelid the stone cold answer returned at me like the relentless returns from Rafael Nadal’s racquet. “Ah. Yes. I do have work for you. But I am a little busy today. Meet me tomorrow.”
The thought of why I ever got up from my cozy little chair to make the arduous journey’s did occur to me, but I swatted it away thinking “rejection makes a man stronger” might be if I keep doing this I will get stronger just like in that cartoon Dragonball Z where the people got stronger every time they recovered from a good beating. And so, the journeying had begun for reasons I do not remember and continued for a long time, again for reasons I do not remember.
Mind and ass numbed, as I sat there staring at my computer screen and wondering about the wise words of a pervy cartoon character the phone rang in the cubicle close by. For not even a fleeting second did the thought cross my mind that the ring was for me. But then that’s what you call serendipity I guess. Perplexed, apprehensive and excited I went to receive the call for me and the voice at the other end said “Vignesh. Tu neeche ek minute ke liye aa sakta hai kya?”
If teleportation had been invented I would have materialized in front of him at that very second. But since it has not been I decided to say “yes sir” and bolt down the stairs.
A week past that fateful day when I bolted down the stairs I sit on my chair (way past my punch out time) many wise sayings passed my mind “Discontentment is the root of all problems” “Grass is always greener on the other side” and “oh. How I miss my blissfully jobless days in office!!”
