Does it matter after all?............. the party night( prelog) When the annual party on the Christmas Eve was cancelled due to verification testing of the product, every staff was needed to put up with an extra work-load. Even with the testing going smooth, the enthusiasm in the office was at all time low. The company was trying to push the product into handover mode by the end of January and only in the month of February the work-load decreased. The management decided to throw a lavish party to cope up with the drowning spirit as they could not afford to allow long holidays to the bundled leave application from nearly half the staff. The delayed party was announced to be organised in the second Sunday in the month of February. The delay has added to the charm of making the party, a lodestone for miracle, an enchantment that entangled people with wonderful promises, and drifted them into weaving their own fantasies about the night. The management has asked for suggestion on the theme for the party to decide it in the open end discussion with all the staff members in the office. The snow in the driveway might not have melted but the office was turning out new leaves in a hurry. Within two days the board and the staff will decide upon the best idea whereas by the next Sunday a full-fledged party will be thrown. Brains that got junked by the work over load were trying to shed the old bark cover to breathe in fresh air of spring. Invisible tapestries were woven out of the yarn threaded out of the spindling wits. The spindle-wheel lying scraped in the junkyard of every skull was turning full circles now. The laptop screen once hoarding designs and codes were replaced with natural sceneries and holiday places. Papers on the desk some crumbled, some scraped and some scribbled with ideas to make the party ultimate. When the ideas for the party were tabled, the suggestion papers were bundled thick. Small committees were drafted immediately to weed out the creamy ideas, leaving many staffs in smiles but most with dissidence. The thick file of suggestions caught Vice-President’s eye, he couldn’t hide his scorn for the fact that the file for the patent application was no match in thickness to the party suggestions bundle. Amidst an ocean, Aman’s idea about the prom night theme was chosen with a landslide victory. But Vivek pointed out the fact that, everyone present in the room were forgetting a minute hitch in the theme; where the seniors had nothing to be concerned about the party, it was onto the juniors to feel the burn of finding a date. Before leaving the room, VP smiled and patted Vivek on his back before giving the advice. “Boy, your concern is genuine. But how long do you intend to ride the borrowed vehicle? It’s time now to get your own.” The party was meant to bring peace to the society but it rather added a conflict between boys, because the girls were less and their girlfriends were back in India. Office atmosphere has changed suddenly; the iceberg had de-clustered into patches drifting away from each other. Where the boys were on the verge of becoming enemies among themselves, the girls became more compact, enjoying the attention of boys, as there could not be more fun possible than in this moment. Unlike few days ago when girls were full of doubt suddenly were self sufficient at work; boys had to digest this fact with a pinch of salt. Gone were the days when a girl could turn up at the cubical, enchanting with fluttering, before she pushed up the difficulty to him. Now she won’t even give a passing glance his way. Boys were in no win situation with girls, especially those who were wearing engagement rings and those who never dated before. The gravity of the situation was peaking with every day on pass, the number of available girls for date were decreasing and the applicants increasing. Few girls were hard nut to crack and they were ready to go the wires with the boys. I the God was looking down he must be bewildered, unable to make out whether to laugh at the misery of the boys of to chuckle at the wickedness of the girls, but either situation was man-made and he would shame mankind to blame him. It won’t be wrong to say the world were at knees in-front princess of Venus. Girls bunched up to go for shopping for the rest of the week, being in the office for the first half of the day only. The second half of the day felt dubiously boring for the guys to bear with especially those without a date, but the atmosphere were charging from expectation to concern and to anxiety about the surprises the girls were to bring upon the boys. The girls were tight lipped about their endeavour, no courtesy or flattery or even gift could help bend information out of them. The boys were at the mercy of the time. And time is no one’s friend but a tyrant fiend. The golden sun wearing a soothing glow with its reddish drapes over the ocean floor waving till the very shore was leaving the heaven through the western door. When the sun has kissed the heaven’s cheek, the sky was pink in the afterglow, lingering as if the embarrassment would never go. The wait for the night through the evening put every young hearts on rack where pendulums were striking the midnight whack. The ticking of the wall clock complained about the time, making them restless to save the nine. Their hearts were throbbing and drifting eyes went to the clock to keep up with time. Standing in-front of the mirror detailing tinniest adjustments they tried bringing out the radiance that would let no eyes, looking on them, to remain ignorant. Everyone were living in their Barbie-world dreams, caring their hairs and their cheeks, busy accentuating their speciality. Some were running with time some against, but nevertheless trying to put forward all their best.
Posted on: Fri, 09 Aug 2013 22:47:10 +0000
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