Claytopia

When the creative cells are at their best, the end product is a imagination, which just opens every ones the mouth of onlooker;but what happens when the imaginative cells are constipation ridden, the end product could be something which one cannot imagine.As usual I was ambling across the mails and work documents in office, when my eyes fell on the clock, i do not know what happened, some involuntary action as usual triggered by the pulse from brain took me to the most happening place in my company, yea the pantry.It was 11'O clock coffee time....

I just pushed in to pantry, after announcing my arrival to all my friends.Like the thirsty camel which had seen the oasis, i rushed to pantry. I took up those glowing black coffee mugs and was getting ready for making coffee, when I saw my team mate Ms. S standing in pantry.

Me : Heyyyy... howdy...

Ms S: I am fine yaar, Tho bholiyae, whats happening at your end...

Me : fine ya, so u were on leave, could not see those shadows of your around

Ms S: Yea, I was away.

Suddenly ma eyes fell on something which she was holding in her hand, it was her coffee mug.A black in shade coffee mug, but it was not that which caught ma eyes, it was the Sticky patch work over the cup which i noticed.
Me: Looks like your mug is in bad shape, as u were away.

Ms S: looked confused, she might have thought those xray eyes of mine might have traced some microscopic friends of mine in her Mug, she moved to the wash counter and cleaned her cup.

During that gap I made coffee for me, and waited for Ms S to finish making her. But to my surprise when she came back, those sticky patches where still in her cup, and she was happily having the coffee.

Being friendly with her I commented hey come on yaar, wash your cup properly, those old milky patches are still on your cup.

Ms S: how Rude!!! its not the Milk stain... Its a Design....

Thud.... a sound I was down... Wow what a creative idea. I started dreaming about those Italian designers, who design those cloths which no one can wear on road but only on Ramp.

There was a heated debate over the cup for rest 30mins, among all our friends, like the honeybees out of the comb once disturbed, all were queueing to view that master piece,
One of our manager had a wrinkled eye brow on seeing that cup,She only said, ask the office boy to clean the cup properly.

The height of the innocence was when one of our team mate decided to help Ms S by scratching over the design thinking it was milk stains.

But it was something unique, a breakout deviation from the normal, yes the imaginative ideas by a constipation driven brain cells.... CLAYTOPIA

Crazy & Me, No way.....

Same green screen, same appliccation, same users, same business, same manager, same laptop... mm not same though it was upgraded of late.. something to cheer about.
Hoo life was same, and work was bit boring for some period, i decided enough is enough, need to amble out possibities to entertain me while work.

I was thinking in sleep, walk, talk, yea I was thinking while i was potting 2.. :)

Eureka I got it, I decided to get my self an MP3 player. Rushed in and got one for me, all the time my ear was busy, all songs were playing Hindi, english Malayalam and some tamil songs.
But again the same probs started, I was back, the same mania, just to add to the list same songs... :-(

Then I decided to explore the FM radio option on the player.. Oo gosh most of the big players are playing Kannada song, It was searching, and game across FM94.3, Radio One....
It most times played hindi songs..... :) but the catch was the waky jokes in between songs.. like Chamrajpet Charles and Ghanta Sign.

Gosh I used to laugh like anything, atleast some high voltage smile.

I was seated besides the big guns of my team, Team leads, Team Manager, Technology head... No I am not a future lead, but I was too notorious in work they decided to have an eye on me for most of their time. Looks like its in there appraisal points, Keep Rechit in seat for atleast 10 min in his seat.

So now as I was forced to be in my seat for most of time, with my twin, yea the MP3 player, which ma manager say allways.

I used to smile on hearing those waky comedies.

My managers noticed it, this boy is similing looking at those codes.. whats so funny. May be he was looking at some mails. They ignored
next day again the smile blossoms... confusion in air again... may be he is happy as some girl might have proposed him ( ho gosh when is that day comming)

Next day again... This is serious now guys, he is smiling, while coding... is his nervous systems fine, or some loose contact.

I could think my managers looking puzzled. :) not me though....
Once my manager gathered all his might and said, u look very happy while working, ur enjoying it a lot, I wanna my team to be happy like this... Gosh I was now puzzled, Am i Really loving it...

To impress him and to ensure some heavy bonus comes to ma account, with huge pays I decided to agree with him.... yea yea.. Exactly.. I am lovin it.... by the by how u felt so, are the matrix reflecting the same.

Manager nop dude, can see u enjoying while working, smiling in between...
I nearly fell out of ma chair... crashes every where, I said, u felt like that, did u not notice some thing in ma ears, I was listening to some comedy show in Radio and hence the smile.... but KK I am definetly enjoying ma work. Hope the bonus does not get reduced.... will it?????

Check out this site http://www.radioone.in/ , select city as Bangalore and then hear Chamrajpet Charles in interact section.. enjoy