Cubicle is my world

Every night I sleep with positive thoughts bursting in my head (u know those bubble kinds) that the next day will be the most amazing day at work. I will just surpass all my sleepy head colleagues and be the next rockstar employee of the month, quarter, year and even the decade. You know full-on Ranbir Kapoor style - "Sada Haq Itte Itte Rak" types. Yea yea with the middle finger gestures made to perfection with an attitude to die for. Once done, I get sleep like a baby. Sleep with a constant smile and drool :-)

But then as it is 7.30 am for some reason I start my day with a fight - a fierce one - a violent one. Its when my alarm clock sings. We fight but the clock wins. Not before I am late by atleast 15 - 20 minutes. Rush! Rush! follows and traffic! traffic! happens and late! late! I get. And I end up after my so called sleepy head colleagues are updating their Facebook status saying "yawn! yawn! I am in the office - WTF" and the boss is playing angry bird level 15 with so much passion which hardly transcends into our target meetings. But for them, ironically, it hits hard that I am late which in a moment transforms into giggles and khus-phus (Russel Peters discovery for the sound of bitching).

But there is someone who awaits me with open arms. My Cubicle. The next best thing after my beanbag at home. My cubicle, where I spend 8 hours of my day doing some very valuable contributions to the betterment of the company and the society at large.

Well, its from here that I spread the message of peace and well being. C'mon not like a speech and stuff...My updates on Facebook and my blackberry, silly. Which is read and liked and commented with some irrelevant replies for which I can only return a smile; a fake one of course.

I spread a smile. I make this world a happy place. I add links from Youtube to Facebook and also share other interesting articles. I am so sure everyone see's them and I make their day.

I learn to farm, save the world from Mafia's and also raise my pets. Yes all while I am in my cubicle. What else you need, I ask.

Once I am sure I have done enough for the sake of the society, I check my emails..this time work emails. I ignore most, reply some and delete the rest. Next comes opening some excel sheets..No No, not to work, but you know ALT+TAB should open something meaningful if someone trespasses into my area right. And I am so quick here, so far no one knows that I work for the society from within the office. Top Secret. Secreter than Dan Brown's hidden secrets of the Ancient world.

My desk has all the important items that I need for my work. A box of Almonds, motivational yet funny quotes, pictures, tooth pics and so on. You know all that is needed to ensure you work peacefully.

My desk phone voicemail feature serves me very well. I have realized that if you let it ring away, people feel you are so busy and that makes a mighty impression. So what if at times you have to listen to some abuses. Its all part and parcel of the work environment.



I even write my blogs from MY CUBICLE ;-)

Foxey - you teach me better than my school...

Foxeyyy!! I Screamed...

But he just wagged his tail, barked (not as energetic as it used to be) and kept running behind the cat. And then the sight of the day. He put his sudden brakes. It didn't strike me until sometime later that the cat had stopped and was growling back at my dog. And Foxey like a good child, like a fox saying 'grapes are sour' turns back and leaves as if nothing had happened and he was just jogging to keep himself fit.

He is 12 and still looks like a year old Pomeranian. Jet white (adapted from jet black), extremely furry and handsome. In human years he is 80. Now that's a long time isn't it? In the last one year he has gone through a lot of physical changes. He cant hear...so the growling sound of the cat didn't win, it was the sudden stop :-). His vision isn't as it used to be. His appetite has gone down..but chicken is still his favorite. Above all, he has a nervous problem due to which his hind legs tremble at times and his eyes flicker. Like a stage of paralysis.

BUT he is a true fighter. He walks, behaves, loves like everything is as it was all these years. He falls at times due to the trembling but gets up and walks like nothing has happened. This hasn't deterred his quest to climb the sofa or the chairs. He does it effortlessly. Though these days he cant sense my car or bike entering the building, he gets up and jumps on me as soon as I enter the house. He still plays with my socks. He jumps on it as if he is hunting and throws it in the air and tries to catch it again. He still runs away from Mom and hides when its 11 am. Because that is the time he knows we make him bath most times.

Looking at him, I feel it would be a blessing to be like him.

He Say's -

• Always look ahead, no matter what. 
• If you fall, rise like nothing ever happened. 
• Love inspite of your shortcomings. 
• Go through your day even if you sense things aren't as it was.
• Live life to your fullest.

This picture is taken when he was negotiating on a very grave problem. Whether to jump or not to jump :-). Guess what - He did jump. Fighter Foxey

Big Decision!