He kept looking at his watch. He didn't want to seem restless but he really wanted to leave. It was just 2:30 in the afternoon. He didn't want anybody to suspect him so he just took a few deep breaths and decided to kill time. He knew he couldn't leave before 6:00 pm without risking getting caught. He tried chatting with his colleagues. They were talking about some dude's wedding in the office. He didn't seem to care. He really had to go. He couldn't focus on what they were saying. He looked at his watch. 2:35 pm. "Damn it!!", he cursed under his breath. "Only 5 minutes?? Are you kidding me?", he thought.
He decided to sing some songs but he was useless with lyrics. So he hummed the tune of an entire album containing seven songs. He checked his watch again. 2:45 pm. This time he pounded his fist on the table and 3 people looked in his direction. Nobody understood how important it was for him to leave. He had to save the world. He was Clark Kent. Nobody knew he was Superman. He just wanted to undo the top two buttons of his shirt and magically make his spectacles disappear and just fly out of his office. On impulse, he decided to take off. He flew out of the building but the freakin revolving door hit him on the head and he fell down with a thud. He got whacked on the head. "Fallen asleep on our desk again, have we?", asked his teammate. "Who was it today? Batman or Wonder Woman?" Or was it Spiderman like the other day? I remember you mumbling "No Mary Jane. Don't go to Harry."", and he burst out laughing. He had fallen asleep at his desk as usual and he was glad that his boss didn't catch him. He checked the time. 3:00 pm. He swore out loud. What was wrong with the world, he wondered. The last half an hour felt like the first five minutes of a Sanjay Leela Bhansali movie. That was the last time he had experienced so much torture. He decided to go take a tea break but it was just 3:05 pm. He went alone, drank tea, took a long walk and eventually returned some 45 minutes later only to find out that the time was just 3:20 pm. He tried to hold his breath and commit suicide but he failed some 20 seconds later. There he was, suffering in his office, while there was important stuff to be done. He picked up his bag and stealthily slipped out. A black cat crossed his path just outside the office. He cursed out loud and tried to cross the road when a loud horn startled him. He noticed the lorry when it was just a few feet away. Before he could react, BAAAAM! "Dude you really should stop sleeping in office.", his other teammate said. "Why were you swearing in your sleep by the way?", she asked.
Caught napping by two different people on the same day, he thought to himself. 3:45 pm. He really wanted to rip his intestines out in boredom and anger. "We could call it banger or angdom", he thought inside his head and immediately felt that he would gladly prefer the Sanjay Leela Bhansali torture also now. "You know what? Chuck everything. Let superman die. Let Mary Jane go to Harry Osborne. Let the world explode into tiny billion pieces and poke Bhansali in the eye. Let Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam be rated number 1 on IMDB. I just don't care!!!", his inner voice screamed out. "I am going to write a story", he thought to himself. He picked up his pen and notepad and began writing-
"He kept looking at his watch. He didn't want to seem restless but he really wanted to leave. It was just 2:30 in the afternoon. He didn't want anybody to suspect him so he just took a few deep breaths and decided to kill time....
He decided to sing some songs but he was useless with lyrics. So he hummed the tune of an entire album containing seven songs. He checked his watch again. 2:45 pm. This time he pounded his fist on the table and 3 people looked in his direction. Nobody understood how important it was for him to leave. He had to save the world. He was Clark Kent. Nobody knew he was Superman. He just wanted to undo the top two buttons of his shirt and magically make his spectacles disappear and just fly out of his office. On impulse, he decided to take off. He flew out of the building but the freakin revolving door hit him on the head and he fell down with a thud. He got whacked on the head. "Fallen asleep on our desk again, have we?", asked his teammate. "Who was it today? Batman or Wonder Woman?" Or was it Spiderman like the other day? I remember you mumbling "No Mary Jane. Don't go to Harry."", and he burst out laughing. He had fallen asleep at his desk as usual and he was glad that his boss didn't catch him. He checked the time. 3:00 pm. He swore out loud. What was wrong with the world, he wondered. The last half an hour felt like the first five minutes of a Sanjay Leela Bhansali movie. That was the last time he had experienced so much torture. He decided to go take a tea break but it was just 3:05 pm. He went alone, drank tea, took a long walk and eventually returned some 45 minutes later only to find out that the time was just 3:20 pm. He tried to hold his breath and commit suicide but he failed some 20 seconds later. There he was, suffering in his office, while there was important stuff to be done. He picked up his bag and stealthily slipped out. A black cat crossed his path just outside the office. He cursed out loud and tried to cross the road when a loud horn startled him. He noticed the lorry when it was just a few feet away. Before he could react, BAAAAM! "Dude you really should stop sleeping in office.", his other teammate said. "Why were you swearing in your sleep by the way?", she asked.
Caught napping by two different people on the same day, he thought to himself. 3:45 pm. He really wanted to rip his intestines out in boredom and anger. "We could call it banger or angdom", he thought inside his head and immediately felt that he would gladly prefer the Sanjay Leela Bhansali torture also now. "You know what? Chuck everything. Let superman die. Let Mary Jane go to Harry Osborne. Let the world explode into tiny billion pieces and poke Bhansali in the eye. Let Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam be rated number 1 on IMDB. I just don't care!!!", his inner voice screamed out. "I am going to write a story", he thought to himself. He picked up his pen and notepad and began writing-
"He kept looking at his watch. He didn't want to seem restless but he really wanted to leave. It was just 2:30 in the afternoon. He didn't want anybody to suspect him so he just took a few deep breaths and decided to kill time....
