Cup Of Coffee

I was having a hot   Cup of Coffee   with my teammates near the pantry, while we were taking a breather, on a very hectic working day, when Baba muttered “Hey look at her guys, she’s looking hot. I wish I could...…….Uhh hmmm”pointing towards   Inaya , taking a deep sigh. Every bustards face turned around & followed every step of hers,   Inaya , while she was walking towards the   Coffee   vending machine.    Baba, as was called by his mates, was a aggravated soul, one of the biggest loser of all time, actually a jack-ass (always speaking about love n Sex), suffering from an unsuccessful love life himself and having the habit of falling in love with every second girl, remains in love with her until his gaze, falls on another good looking girl.   Inaya , which meant God’s Blessing in Arabic, some one told me, was a beautiful Bengali Girl & his new crush, I guess as it had been just a week’s time in my new job & that’s all I had go...

Dream - fantastic one but bestowing a vain hope. A cherished desire, one of the most beautiful thing one can have in life, a thought which turns on the depressed soul, or say a passion to achieve a target .Every soul dreams – a child dreams to fly, a boy at some point of time, dreams to become a star cricketer, so does a girl dream of becoming a super model and a student of any given profession, harbors a vision to grow to be an entrepreneur like Narayan Murthy or Ratan Tata or atleast to be a COO or CEO of some firm of repute, some day. The day has finally arrived. I was holding my Cup of Coffee in my exquisite 10 x 10 glass cabin, looking at my team juxtaposed to my cabin. An apple macbook was lying at my table. I finally looked at the portrait of Lord Ganesha hanging on the wall. I thanked him for making my dream come true & putting me where I am today.  I closed my eyes & re-lived those moments which occurred just 40 minutes back –  I...