Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Just thought I'll punch some keys to fizz off this gloomy afternoon at the office...

Actually, I have been having a lot of gloomy afternoons of late. Actually, gloomy isn't a specific mood pertaining to this day or something. Its not even a choice. Its like the default expression at my office. A normal day happens to be just this gloomy, just this silent perfect. You ought to have that gesticulation on that face or you aren't working enough - The "Code"!!!

I come back to the seat after this heavy lunch or something, and give out a non-challant yawn to set the mood for the rest of the afternoon. I help myself to stand for a while tirelessly adjusting my trousers and stretching my limbs as far as Office social etiquette limits permit... My eyes swept over geographical extent of the office. And there's a strange stagnancy in the sight that beholds my eyes for a few moments there after ...

Its seems like a sort of melonchalic reaction due to some serious encumberment bestowed over the entire crowd. A noiseless protest is being waged against individual fates that tricked all of us into having to work on such a post-heavy lunch afternoons, and silent nervous prayers through intermittent glances towards the clock above the doorway...1430 hrs it shows. A substraction calculation follows as a natural reflex. ?.../? There's a vivid noticable pattern in this tacit mass participation against mandatory productivity.

The tranquillity of this afternoon was soon about to dissolve into a concatenation of thoughts disturbing my well-coordinated mental equlibrium achieved through effective exploration of thin lines between semi-conscious sleep and pretense of work. I am compelled to overlook such a disaster...

And What do I see?

...About 40 odd people staring cluelessly into their screens... I concentrate harder to observe any changes on some random targets around the office. Only localised movement of fingers around keyboards and mice. A scratch for an itch appears to be the only deviation in their physical reaction to stimuli. I begin to wonder what is so miraculously engaging in everyone's screen that they just even forget to emote. Everybody wears a queer look as if they are intrigued, puzzled, raged at the same time and a tough decision such as this can only externally translate itself into ubiquitous gloom.

But a deeper analysis reveals the contrary. Its not this particular afternoon or this office, but mankind's average expression when confronted with a computer is mysterious by its very own nature owing to the gap on the evolutionary timeline that computers have arrived long before intended as Mankind was wasting its time having sex and partying... I mean, People tend to portray the same expression when it comes to seeing porn or running up and down of a column of an empty excel sheet. I guess, The gloom syndrome is a sort of Professional standard......

And I just realised that I have been standing up a little too long to attract suspicion. This is the trap you can't fall into. In the office you follow the "code". Oh! my God. To shirk off any doubts in some devil workshops I have to resort to physical action. Something right now. Mine is the kind of office where one shall find a lot of papers which look important enough to be xeroxed. I grab one and move over to the copy machine... Finally, I sail past the predicament of being a victim of ugly revelations of anti-productivity mischief.

Next I summon the MS office assistant. Do you guys too feel that he's behaving like a dolt these days...I animate him... But, he always does my fave thing first ... I feel a feeble pulse to smile and I control it - Never breach the "code". Animate again... and again... Now, thats enough to dismiss him. ...I give out a loud belch which brought back this after-taste of the lunch meal.

I resolve to regain my equlibrium ... I readjust myself in the chair and all the whole cascade of thoughts recede themselves into the hind almost suddenly into a steady revolving images of a black spotted whitish pulp...

I .... have... become.. Comfortably ....Numb....

I am back to freaking my computer with my stolid face..

1 comments :

Twilight Musings said...

Why isn't this published and liked and became a viral post or something?

Countless offices, across the world, in countless cubicles, same stories! :)

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