1st...2nd… 3rd… we sit in 3rd floor of our new office, the same floor where, we believe we have loads of fun, we suppose we work and of course we do gossip on every relevant matter on earth.
One day, I had to arrange one meeting so I booked a conference room in 2nd floor as the one in our floor was occupied. We were new comers . In those early days we didn’t have a habit of carrying cards. Eventually, I was without an access card that day too.
Meeting was started and for my surprise it was not boring even after an hour of continuous bla bla bla…I was lost in the slides that were being displayed on the 45” screen. Now, I understood why I used to feel drowsy, earlier and the culprit was always a foreigner. I would be happy if I could understand 50% of what they speak or bluff. This time it was an Indian with a crystal clear pronunciation and a lovely voice.
Whatever it may be, being humans we need to entertain our stomachs in regular intervals not to hurry up ourselves towards the hell on earth. Obeying the same formula, we started for lunch in the fifth floor. And the story started now.
I came out of the conference room as if I was in a new world till then. Wrinkled my eyes and went to lift with a thought of going to my cubicle to get my lunch box.
I placed myself opposite to the lift up-down buttons. Even without the intervention of my subconscious mind, my fore finger started shuttling between up-down buttons with a confusion to press what.
I completely lost the memory of the floor number because of this guy’s awesome presentation. I got realized, foreigners were better than the best most of the times!!!
I was the first one to come out of the conference room as I didn’t want to keep my stomach waiting further. Unfortunately, the guard was not there in his seat to confirm the floor number. I didn’t not have access card to go inside and ask the colleagues. My fellow members of the conference room were not yet there as if they would die for the meeting.
”What shall I do now?”
To be continued…
PS: I’m rushing to the office now. I’ll be back from office and shall give you more information about it…:)..and fun too.
34 comments:
hahaha u keep us stranded till then :P
come bak n finish it up :D
:)
I love this Prams. My older daughter arranges conventions for her company all over the world. Your story reminded me of some of hers!
Patience, patience, patience!!!
Love Di ♥
Woww!! Curiously Waiting For Next Part :)
Dear, chaala curious.....tondarga raayi :) :)
let's hear the whole of it, SOOON
wt Next dear...complete it soon..
hehehe! curious XD
Look forward to the next part.
Yvonne.
Foreigners are better but not all of them
Haha! I await an account of what happened next! Don't keep us waiting. :-)
hey!Pramoda,
im waiting in front of the lift yaaar helpppppppppppp :)
Eat the guard's brain ;)
Hmm.. I see some change in ur writing style! Keep going :)
Pramoda,
Read pending posts now. I agree with what you wondered about. Also it is absolutely incorrect to be fake, to show love just to get work done. It has to be genuine. With this one, I hope you learnt lesson to carry your access card now. Looking for next part. Also for your visit.
Take care
oh my....:P
Hi Priya.. haha..kya karoo? no time re..any ways thanks.. now done with it..
Hi SUree, :).. thanks
Hi Diana, hahah, is it? thanks.:)
Hi Natur lover, thank you so much..:)
Hi Sahana, done with it..
Hi Lama, yeah..soon..i did it..;)
Hi Ordinary gal.. thanks fr the curiosity..:) it inspires me..:)
Hi Chaco sis, thanks for being so..
Hi Yvonne, thanks dear
@ Pesto..
haha.. many reasons!!! .. welcome here..see u around..
Hi Prabhu, welcome back..:) Thanks ...i posted it ..:)
Hi RD..nice sugession. bt my next part reveals why i could not do so..:)
Hi Idle brain. hey the gaurd was not there then...:(..:(..:)
HI Valli, for sure u r the inspiration for such style.. thanks alott gal..
Hi Uncle, yeah.. i will carry my car frm now..:)
hI sID..:)..Hhehhe..
wow....u really leave ppl curious...now better kill the curiousity soon :)
Hi Gal...killed it already..>:) Thanks for coming here..:)
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