A Cold Shoulder

 Hundreds of telephone calls, chit chats. Some are busy dealing with the customers, while some others making a list of the fake calls. This is everyday business, a call center job. Outsourcing from out department has been done by my group, me being the head. 24, graduated and a job. What else do one need right residing in a middle class family? But, still, life has no any plan for me, maybe! Sometimes, we just don't feel good enough with money and status. We need something, maybe a world where none can find us, far far away, spending time with silence. 

"Done for the day, Kunal! Tell the rest to wind up." Chatterjee is the manager. A kind guy minding his own business. He's never into gossip discussion network during breaks, but friendly enough to recognize the employee's problem to grant a leave of a day or two. Quite helpful though, atleast to me.
"Yes sir. Sir, heard about the Madrid project. Is it still on?"
"Yes Kunal. Passports will be ready in two weeks. I shall inform regarding the meet up beforehand."
"Okay sir. Thank you."


"Hey K, mind if you join?", my colleagues Mishra and Banerjee, also the closed ones in office. And indeed, man need a circle outside the office world to connect. Hanging out with them feels really good after this 9 to 5 slogging. The parking lot, refers as "our spot" where we talk shitty things and take our long drags of cigarettes.
"Weekend is HERE! Let's go somewhere na?" Banerjee's always in a mood for "daru" and "sutta", the only reason is to completely forget about his fucked up life with a not so homely home. Sometimes his noisy family gets into arguments, creating an annoying environment, and he ends up the night in my room. That's what friends are for right.
"Uhhh. Visited almost every bar and had been violent in two! Do you wanna make a record to go to the police station?" Mishra's the calmest one in the group. Well, Banerjee and I almost get crazy after a few shots of Vodka!
"Can do one thing. Let's spend the Saturday night at my place. I just wanna get drunk completely. What say?"
"K....haha so you want to feel Kritika's absence in your life, drink and cry over that twinkie aur fir humdono ko love life gyaan dena! That's your plan for tomorrow night? Seriously? - Mishra let's not be in his plan yar! Come to Zoe's place rehh...there will be hot chicks there!"
"Tu kavi nhi sudhrega...haha"
"Done. Let's rock tomorrow night!"

I drive my Honda seeing them off. "Ugh! To cook everyday is just another headache! I need someone mom atleast prepare food before I reach home, maa," my conversation with mom is always around 7:30.
"Go to kritika. I think she might help." Mom teases me always.
"Maa please, not today! You always laugh at me for my wrong choice. C'mon I will have someone okay, someone far better than you!" Having a good relation with mom is honestly a blessed thing. She never judge me, that what I love about her. Since my father's death, I am her constant partner taking his place. Matters, family is important.

.....to be continued.....