02-01-2019, 11:51 AM
I was wrestling with Murphy’s Law about how to fill the day with virtually no work at hand when Miss Hotpants of HR walked by looking purposeful with a clipboard full of papers. One look at her sidewise profile and I had estimated her vital statistics to be 28-24-30 notwithstanding her brave attempts with a padded bra on. However, I was a leggies man and so watched with utmost interest as her buttocks swung in rhythm to the clip-clop sound of her heels. She knocked briefly at the boss’s chamber and walked in and I turned my face away to my desk and sang to myself
Miss Clipetty-clock, Miss Clipetty-clock
Walked into the boss’s chamber with a knock
The boss gives a frown
On his big desk puts her face down
Pulls her hot pants and undies down
Spreads her long legs apart
Juices flowing from her shaved cunt…
That is when the intercom buzzed urgently. It was the boss. Under less than a minute, I entered his cabin. Miss Hotpants was standing opposite near the visitors’ chairs and sadly for me not facedown on the table… I stood near her.
“Ramesh, why haven’t you given your consent for London?” He asked directly.
I hadn’t a clue as to what he was talking about and was furiously raking my brain to come up with some face saving answer when luck smiled. His phone rang and he got on it and started talking shop with a client. A couple of minutes later, his conversation was still on when he asked the caller to hold for a second. Then cupping the mouthpiece, he gestured us out saying “Preeti talk to him.”
Once outside the cabin, Miss Hotpants pointed the way to my work station where we walked to together and sat down together on the swiveling chairs. She smiled brightly at me and stuck out her hand.
“Hi, I am Preeti”, she announced formally.
“I know”, I said, “I am Ramesh”. I shook her hand.
“I know”, she said. We laughed together and the ice was broken.
Then her face became all professional and she said “Didn’t you look at the memo I gave you yesterday? It was marked urgent. Today is the deadline for giving your consent for the 3 month training program at the London Head Quarters.”
Light dawned upon me immediately. She must have been talking about the memo which I had been holding in my hands while I was hypnotized by her see-sawing ass movement. Then Riz had called and I had tossed it into the drawer.
“Apparently you are the only one who has a chance to qualify”, she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper,” Mam was saying” referring to that old hag who was the head of HR.
There were stars in my eyes. London, oh my god. That was unbelievable. I jerked open the drawer and brought out the neglected papers, hurried signed on the dotted lines and handed it over to Preeti. She collected those and left with a smile.
My head was in the clouds now. After the moment’s excitement had died down, I went through the memo minutely and then realized that it was still some way off. They would taking in 50 employees from the company’s global operations – and I made a rough calculation as to what my chance would be given that half the office everywhere would be applying for it.
Phew, at least it was a good dream while it lasted. I returned to my laptop and tried to polish a presentation that I had been working on.
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Around 3.30 in the afternoon; Kajol called.
“Ramesh, there is something I wanted to ask you.”
“Yes?”
“You remember my guide, Professor Bharadwaj?, she paused.
“Yes, what about him?” He was her guide for the PhD but I hadn’t met him yet.
“No no, nothing serious”, she spoke rapidly,” Riz is to come this evening no. Is it okay if I invite him for dinner tomorrow? It is Saturday tomorrow and so would be convenient.”
“Of course”, I said, “Invite him by all means.”
“Ok, talk to you at home.”
She disconnected immediately and I went back to work on a presentation.
In the evening, I had just finished telling her about the London training program when Riz’s call came. He was profusely apologetic that he couldn’t come tonight as well and made a desperate plea to accept his words that he would try to drop by tomorrow.
“You donkey’s ass”, I shouted at him,” What the fuck do you mean you can’t come tonight also. Here I am waiting with a new bottle of Chivas Regal to be opened and you are doing all drama-bazi with excuses. You think I have a whore’s house here when you can come at any time you want?”
He started saying sorry over and over again explaining how some vip client of his had made him wait for appointment and begged me to seek apologies from Kajol as well. I pitied his state, for I had been in similar situations myself. I told him that it was quite alright and since he was to return to Kolkata by tomorrow afternoon; it was better that he concentrated on his job and of course he could come the next time he visited Delhi.
Kajol was looking at me and smiling while I was giving Riz a piece of my mind for standing me up tonight as well. Spoilt the entire mood, that wretch!
“You are really close to him, aren’t you?, she asked.
Then I started telling her how we had grown close during our college days. While I was a hosteller, he was a day scholar and we used to sit side by side in class – one of those enduring friendships that develop in our early years. His father was in govt service and was posted at Kolkata during those days. Once he had invited me home and his mother and two sisters had given me a warm welcome. Then I had become a frequent visitor therein and was accepted as a part of their family to the extent of sharing night watches when his father had been hospitalized. Both the sisters had been married off and left Kolkata as did his parents after retirement. Riz, however, had started a small IT startup at Kolkata and he stayed alone.
Kajol and me didn’t talk much thereafter as I was occupied with all that had taken place during the day. We had our dinner and I helped her clean up. Later on I watched tv for a while and retired to bed while she was engrossed in her studies.
Only during the moments when my eyelids started feeling heavy that I realized that we hadn’t discussed about her professor guide coming to dinner the next evening. ‘Okay, will ask her tomorrow’, I said to myself as a big yawn overtook me.
Miss Clipetty-clock, Miss Clipetty-clock
Walked into the boss’s chamber with a knock
The boss gives a frown
On his big desk puts her face down
Pulls her hot pants and undies down
Spreads her long legs apart
Juices flowing from her shaved cunt…
That is when the intercom buzzed urgently. It was the boss. Under less than a minute, I entered his cabin. Miss Hotpants was standing opposite near the visitors’ chairs and sadly for me not facedown on the table… I stood near her.
“Ramesh, why haven’t you given your consent for London?” He asked directly.
I hadn’t a clue as to what he was talking about and was furiously raking my brain to come up with some face saving answer when luck smiled. His phone rang and he got on it and started talking shop with a client. A couple of minutes later, his conversation was still on when he asked the caller to hold for a second. Then cupping the mouthpiece, he gestured us out saying “Preeti talk to him.”
Once outside the cabin, Miss Hotpants pointed the way to my work station where we walked to together and sat down together on the swiveling chairs. She smiled brightly at me and stuck out her hand.
“Hi, I am Preeti”, she announced formally.
“I know”, I said, “I am Ramesh”. I shook her hand.
“I know”, she said. We laughed together and the ice was broken.
Then her face became all professional and she said “Didn’t you look at the memo I gave you yesterday? It was marked urgent. Today is the deadline for giving your consent for the 3 month training program at the London Head Quarters.”
Light dawned upon me immediately. She must have been talking about the memo which I had been holding in my hands while I was hypnotized by her see-sawing ass movement. Then Riz had called and I had tossed it into the drawer.
“Apparently you are the only one who has a chance to qualify”, she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper,” Mam was saying” referring to that old hag who was the head of HR.
There were stars in my eyes. London, oh my god. That was unbelievable. I jerked open the drawer and brought out the neglected papers, hurried signed on the dotted lines and handed it over to Preeti. She collected those and left with a smile.
My head was in the clouds now. After the moment’s excitement had died down, I went through the memo minutely and then realized that it was still some way off. They would taking in 50 employees from the company’s global operations – and I made a rough calculation as to what my chance would be given that half the office everywhere would be applying for it.
Phew, at least it was a good dream while it lasted. I returned to my laptop and tried to polish a presentation that I had been working on.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Around 3.30 in the afternoon; Kajol called.
“Ramesh, there is something I wanted to ask you.”
“Yes?”
“You remember my guide, Professor Bharadwaj?, she paused.
“Yes, what about him?” He was her guide for the PhD but I hadn’t met him yet.
“No no, nothing serious”, she spoke rapidly,” Riz is to come this evening no. Is it okay if I invite him for dinner tomorrow? It is Saturday tomorrow and so would be convenient.”
“Of course”, I said, “Invite him by all means.”
“Ok, talk to you at home.”
She disconnected immediately and I went back to work on a presentation.
In the evening, I had just finished telling her about the London training program when Riz’s call came. He was profusely apologetic that he couldn’t come tonight as well and made a desperate plea to accept his words that he would try to drop by tomorrow.
“You donkey’s ass”, I shouted at him,” What the fuck do you mean you can’t come tonight also. Here I am waiting with a new bottle of Chivas Regal to be opened and you are doing all drama-bazi with excuses. You think I have a whore’s house here when you can come at any time you want?”
He started saying sorry over and over again explaining how some vip client of his had made him wait for appointment and begged me to seek apologies from Kajol as well. I pitied his state, for I had been in similar situations myself. I told him that it was quite alright and since he was to return to Kolkata by tomorrow afternoon; it was better that he concentrated on his job and of course he could come the next time he visited Delhi.
Kajol was looking at me and smiling while I was giving Riz a piece of my mind for standing me up tonight as well. Spoilt the entire mood, that wretch!
“You are really close to him, aren’t you?, she asked.
Then I started telling her how we had grown close during our college days. While I was a hosteller, he was a day scholar and we used to sit side by side in class – one of those enduring friendships that develop in our early years. His father was in govt service and was posted at Kolkata during those days. Once he had invited me home and his mother and two sisters had given me a warm welcome. Then I had become a frequent visitor therein and was accepted as a part of their family to the extent of sharing night watches when his father had been hospitalized. Both the sisters had been married off and left Kolkata as did his parents after retirement. Riz, however, had started a small IT startup at Kolkata and he stayed alone.
Kajol and me didn’t talk much thereafter as I was occupied with all that had taken place during the day. We had our dinner and I helped her clean up. Later on I watched tv for a while and retired to bed while she was engrossed in her studies.
Only during the moments when my eyelids started feeling heavy that I realized that we hadn’t discussed about her professor guide coming to dinner the next evening. ‘Okay, will ask her tomorrow’, I said to myself as a big yawn overtook me.
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