The two hour and twenty minutes never seemed as deciding as it did on the D-day. If not for FIFA would have never stared at the screen for such long time while comprehending the contents at the same time. A matter of 60 right clicks (Not the right click used to refresh your desktop when you have nothing to do) would have got me there where I could update a status on FB and get 100+ people hitting the like button. (Aah!! addiction).
Solved the problems in which silly kids made mistakes of messing up with the numbers and coming out with wrong answers. Got them right almost all the time. But what when the country’s best school messed up with the ‘+’ and ‘x’ sign. On top of that I have no place to hide my Engineering certificates and claim to be of non-engineering background. Even if I succeed in doing that I can never ever afford for a sex change operation. Dodging all the imaginary routes I land in reality where none of the above seems to be a possibility neither does my possibility of entering into an aai aai am.
The computer screen at workplace is such different from that I saw on the D-day. It’s dull. I want the timer to tick rapidly. I want to submit the resignation as soon as I can. I want to take innumerous breaks. I want to peep into others desk to see what the hell is keeping them so much engaged. My brain stops analyzing the contents on the screen. I fail to read any instructions on any of the documents. Most important of all, I never wait for the result of the work I did today.
For the moment, it’s just like searching for a black CAT in a dark room. I would rather prefer breaking the door open than wasting time catching the CAT by its nose.
