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"Something that has always puzzled me all my life is why, when I am in special need of help, the good deed is usually done by somebody on whom I have no claim" ~William Feather

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

He moved from Mumbai to Bangalore with his company. He was joining a global team that did work across the globe and his geographical purview was the whole of the Asia Pacific.

This though did not have any bearing on the fact that he had no place to sit in the offices in Bangalore. "We are 100% occupied", he was told. He was given some space in between sales callers, and collection callers. The din was unbearable. His boss based out of the UK didn't have much sway over the power brokers in Bangalore, and so he was of no use in such a situation.

Out of sheer frustration, he scourged all the floors of the building in search of a place, and eventually found the perfect spot. It was like a cabin, sans a door. It was perfect. And he was given permission to sit there by Mr.AR. Thrilled to have this new perfect seat, he walked in on the Monday. And he walked in into a power struggle. Little did he know that the seat he was graciously offered belong to Ms.KS who had smoke and fire coming out of her nostrils, wondering who this punk was sitting right outside her cabin, in a space that belonged to her. Mr.AR didn't have the authority to grant office space that didn't belong to him.

Poor chap. He studiously avoided Ms.KS eyes through Monday and Tuesday. Sat in his 'perfect' seat with trepidation. Not knowing when he would get thrown out of there.

The office was empty. It was only him in his 'perfect' seat, and Ms. KS in her cabin. She walked out of her cabin, walked upto him, stuck out her hand and said,

"We haven't been formally introduced. I am KS."

He was petrified. He was certain he was going to be asked to not sit at this seat going forward.

With all this running in his head, he managed to mumble his name. Surprisingly she lingered around and asked him what he did and why he moved back to Bangalore. Then the killer blow where she said, she'd want him to move very quickly from that seat since she was looking actively to recruit somebody to her team.

While she was speaking, he had switched off. After the initial apprehension, when he realised that he had to go if he was ejected from that seat, it suddenly dawned on him that she was very nice looking. When the fear left him, he could appreciate the beauty that was in front of him. He noticed a nice smile and amazing skin. He blurted out while she was still speaking.

"Am I allowed one personal comment?"

She went quiet. Her eyes narrowed and she nodded slightly.

He simply said, "You are beautiful".

She blushed. Smiled. Looked everywhere but at him and said,

"You can sit here for as long as you want".

25 Comments:

Blogger Saaya said...

:)

4:36 PM  
Blogger Dusty Fog said...

The very first comment I have received from a 'stranger' so to speak...thank you...: )

5:11 PM  
Blogger DreamCatcher said...

this is really sweet and innocent....something most of us have lost on our way :)

5:12 PM  
Blogger Saaya said...

Thanks for that "Name" :)

when I read the post ; a smile was my first reaction and hence the comment ...aplologies if you did not like it !!

6:03 PM  
Anonymous IdeaSmith said...

I loved the story but hated the ending. Is that okay?

4:27 PM  
Blogger Dusty Fog said...

perfectly all right...thank you for dropping by..as you will notice it's quite juvenile...hopefully will get better with time...and would you belive it if i said that what was told to KS was genuinely genuine and did not have anything to do with the seating arrangement?!!!

5:52 PM  
Blogger Pri said...

also tell her her eyes remind u of your grandmother and she will be reminded of dialogue from shahrukkhan pichar and she will promptly bring u chakli kodbale etc or she will be very upset at promptly throw you out.

10:49 PM  
Blogger chethan said...

hehe nice :) deserves a title!

10:56 AM  
Blogger Dusty Fog said...

@ Pri - thank you for dropping by. Dusty was honest in his comment...although he likes kodbale...not sure if he thinks her eyes are like his grandmum's...will pass on the message though...: )

@ Chethan - Thanks. Somehow couldn't decide on one...: (

11:25 AM  
Blogger Saaya said...

no reply ..i wonder why ? :))

2:56 PM  
Blogger Dusty Fog said...

@ Saaya- i am glad that you smiled...: )

3:07 PM  
Blogger Saaya said...

Kadbole ? Strigns attached to "Marathi" ?

3:21 PM  
Blogger Dusty Fog said...

i am not sure it is 'kadbole'....it is 'kodbale'.....: )

3:24 PM  
Blogger Saaya said...

haan wohi !! :))
whats the answer ?

3:30 PM  
Blogger Dusty Fog said...

no srrings, no marathi....plain simple kodbales....: )

3:55 PM  
Blogger Saaya said...

and chakalis too :)

4:11 PM  
Blogger RustyNeurons said...

:) that was real smart !! I hope he continues to sit there and meet her often! That might continue this 'story'!

4:41 PM  
Blogger Dusty Fog said...

@rusty -....Me thinks he has caught her glancing at him now and then....: )

11:12 AM  
Blogger The Nomad said...

Hey Dusty, from what I've read he doesn't come across as someone who would say stuff just to be manipulative ... or the outcome may have incriminated him! :)

3:50 PM  
Blogger Dusty Fog said...

@Nomad - me thinks that he sure didn't say what he did, because he wanted the seat. He really found her beautiful...: )

1:17 PM  
Blogger The Nomad said...

Well then ... he gets doubly lucky! Finds a woman he finds beautiful enough to tell her that he finds her beautiful, and gets to sit near her too! :)

10:51 PM  
Blogger fullmoononearth said...

That was easy wasn't it?? :) You may leave your mail ID

12:55 PM  
Blogger VeenS said...

what a simple innocent comment can do wonders!
loved it too!! i can't actually believe all of this happens to u!!

9:22 PM  
Blogger Dusty Fog said...

2 veens - hey...happens to dusty....: )

2:43 PM  
Blogger gypsy said...

nice move dusty! :)

3:54 PM  

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