Orwellian times

>> Wednesday, November 12, 2008

It had stopped raining outside. I looked at them inside, cheering wildly as if Armageddon had just been avoided.


Sandesh poked his head inside, “It’s a girl!” he announced. I flung the pen-stand at his empty head, wishing that the pen-stand had fulfilled its raison d’être.


Yes, not like she jumped out of my womb! There was absolutely no reason for me to get concerned or overwhelmed.


For the past 9 months, yes N-I-N-E, I had refused to join the revelries of their distorted modern life. I slinked past whenever the topic was teased. I shredded newspapers announcing welcome. I groaned in despair whenever I passed yet another hoarding.


Even the retards at work discussed it: at the coffee machine, water-cooler, Xerox machine, in the elevators, whispering during Monday Morning Meetings…There were people guessing names, gender, date, dress and every inhuman nonsense possible.


Friends admonished me of my indifference towards the hullabaloo. My snide remarks didn’t help much. Neither did mouthing ‘I-hate-you-ALL-you-pre-historic-hairballs’ at random intervals. Nor hate-graffiti. Nor message T-shirts.
I lay down on my bed staring at the fungus that was stealthily creeping across it in patterns. Maybe it was finally over.


That’s when I heard the TV announce, “WE’LL BE BACK!!!”


Just when I thought it was all over…but…its going to start all over again!...I
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Argh! I hate reality shows!

2 comments:

WiseDonkay November 24, 2008 at 2:17 AM  

*pat pat* chal Roadies: Hell Down Under dekhte hai :p

Self proclaimed Writer. May 22, 2009 at 8:11 AM  

*sigh......i knw i knw.....