Murphy haunts me.
Situation: You’ve had a bad night twisting and turning. You wake up with a terrible headache. Work seems like a daunting prospect. You reach the bus-stand and stand there for ages waiting for some mode of transport. Finally you sit in the front seat of an 8-seater auto, next to the driver and his help, as he drives rashly on a dangerous hilly stretch. You clutch on dearly for your life, beads of perspiration on your forehead as you finally totter out of the vehicle. You walk up the hill to your office and even before your pulse normalizes, your sandal strap breaks. You limp into office, your hair all awry. And then:
• An important client who had given you a brief for a project which was barely profitable to start off with and had then wanted 110 changes in it, sends you a mail saying, “The design of so and so is not acceptable. Please stop work on it.”
• Next, your director comes into your room and informs you that you are going to Bombay. That’s four hours away!!! You look at her pleadingly, you have way too much work. Whoever listens to you! ‘When do we leave?’ you ask resignedly. “Why in half an hour!” is the reply given as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
• You work in super-sonic speed. Finish off some of the work. Preparations for the meeting. Hundreds of print outs. All this with broken sandals. Just when you are ready to leave, your director walks in and tells you that she got you out of the meeting as you seemed really busy. Why couldn’t she tell you that half an hour ago!!!
• Your phone rings right then. You are informed by your administration angrily that some friend of yours sent you a very heavy file and it almost crashed the entire server. You apologize profusely and in your mind abuse your friend.
• Irritated with life you switch on your monitor to see that you have 20 new mails. More work!
• You open your messenger window to chat with somebody. Anything for some respite! You exchange a couple of messages and then messages stop coming from the other side. You wait and wait and wait.
Still waiting!
Situation: You’ve had a bad night twisting and turning. You wake up with a terrible headache. Work seems like a daunting prospect. You reach the bus-stand and stand there for ages waiting for some mode of transport. Finally you sit in the front seat of an 8-seater auto, next to the driver and his help, as he drives rashly on a dangerous hilly stretch. You clutch on dearly for your life, beads of perspiration on your forehead as you finally totter out of the vehicle. You walk up the hill to your office and even before your pulse normalizes, your sandal strap breaks. You limp into office, your hair all awry. And then:
• An important client who had given you a brief for a project which was barely profitable to start off with and had then wanted 110 changes in it, sends you a mail saying, “The design of so and so is not acceptable. Please stop work on it.”
• Next, your director comes into your room and informs you that you are going to Bombay. That’s four hours away!!! You look at her pleadingly, you have way too much work. Whoever listens to you! ‘When do we leave?’ you ask resignedly. “Why in half an hour!” is the reply given as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
• You work in super-sonic speed. Finish off some of the work. Preparations for the meeting. Hundreds of print outs. All this with broken sandals. Just when you are ready to leave, your director walks in and tells you that she got you out of the meeting as you seemed really busy. Why couldn’t she tell you that half an hour ago!!!
• Your phone rings right then. You are informed by your administration angrily that some friend of yours sent you a very heavy file and it almost crashed the entire server. You apologize profusely and in your mind abuse your friend.
• Irritated with life you switch on your monitor to see that you have 20 new mails. More work!
• You open your messenger window to chat with somebody. Anything for some respite! You exchange a couple of messages and then messages stop coming from the other side. You wait and wait and wait.
Still waiting!
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