shhh....

 
The travel to my new office building is excruciating. The roads are horrible in the first place and to aggravate the torture the bus drivers care a damn for sensitivity. They wield the steering wheel with absolute indifference and turn it in tune with the song playing on the radio. If it is a peppy number one can start counting the number of broken bones in the body. May be I should wake up early in the morning to be in time for the company bus which starts at 7:30am. One is assured of a seat, a good view from the window and if one is lucky, Martina Hingis also would have boarded the same bus. Wondering what Martina is doing in Chennai? Well, that's how a particular girl in our office is referred by me. She is not a dead ringer but resembles the tennis star quite remarkably especially around her jaw region. And just like MH, has her mouth partly open all the time. Ok, we have digressed from where we started ;) Don't you think spending one hour in the suffocating bus early in the morning is the worst form of torture? Hope this realisation descends on the top management and they change the timings to suit my lifestyle. A very humble plea, isn't it? :P
posted by Hash at 5:15 AM