5:45 AM – Alarm rings. And to ensure that I do wake up, the cell phone is kept far away on the Chest of drawers. That, and because the charging point at the head of bed is used by God’s (or Karamchand Appliances Pvt. Ltd’s) gift to mankind, the All-out mosquito repellent. And the alarm tone set is called , wait, Morning Raga (yes, I checked my phone for the name), and sounds like music for some very shady Belly dancing performance, where everyone is in those Arabian costumes that women in Alif-Laila used to wear.
5:50 AM – Login to Gtalk. Actually I am logged in the whole night, because my office Laptop (the 500 Kg machine I wrote about) is very choosy about connecting through Wi-fi. And I cannot spend 15 precious minutes in my half asleep state trying to connect it in the morning. So, I connect in the night, turn of the Monitor, and go to sleep. Another plus can be that the damn thing will die out soon, and I will get the awesome Lenovo Laptop as a replacement.
5:50 AM – 6:20 AM – Awww, Lots of voice chat of Gtalk. I love Gtalk. And a download of what happened in the last 14 hours we did not chat. Yes, I know I was sleeping half of that time, but we still have a lot tell, always. If not, there is always space for some mushy miss you-me toos?
6:20 AM – 6:30 AM – Er, another attempt to sleep. Yes for those 10 minutes. I have mentioned my Subodh-ness once, and that does not allow me to start getting ready a minute before the stipulated time, 6:30 AM.
6:30 AM – 7:20 AM – Eh, the usual. Freshen up, have a bath, have a mini-breakfast, get dressed, stuff gym clothes into the laptop bag (I still don’t have a decent Backpack), all the while watching Zoom TV, which has decided to kill me by showing the same set of songs very morning. And this includes songs from 36 China Town. Seriously?
7:25 AM – Step out, and look for an auto. These are the worst 10 minutes ever, because I never find an auto willing to go where I want to, at the fair price. Or even double. By the way, those who were vehemently opposing the Meter-jam initiative, in defense of the ‘poor autowalas’, I hereby curse you to have to travel by autos every single day, and wish you get the worst of the lot. Then we’ll see.
7:45 AM – 8:45 AM – Bus. Window seat. Earphones. Sleep. Ah, bliss.
8:45 AM – 3:00 PM – Same old, same old. Yes yes, there is a lot of blog reading, tea breaks, attempts at Black magic, looking busy, lunch, etc, but that is not new. Let’s make this a bit more ‘The Ditcher Dude’ specific, yes?
3:00 PM – 4:15 PM – Chat. Work (or look like you’re working). Chat. Work. Chat. Chat. Chat. Ofcourse with The Dude. Who else will tolerate me for that long?
4:15 PM- 5:15 PM- Wait for the clock to show 5:15 PM. May be another tea break in between, but this is pretty much waiting time. Oh, and this also includes mass messages on Sametime to everyone in the team, announcing ‘Seconds to go’. Yes. We’re that jobless.
5:15 PM – Pack up! The Gym beckons! Yes, I know I sound happy, and I know it might be temporary, but the fact that the gym means getting to leave you workstation will always make it something that is looked forward to.
5:30 PM – 6:45 PM – Treadmill. Elliptical trainer. Weights. Or Abs. Some comments. Giggling. Complaining. Chatting. 3 sets? No more. How many calories? Just 200? Ugh. Stretch. Change. Pack. And we’re done.
7:00 PM – Run to the bus. Of course, it is not there. Hello! It is our bus.
7:20 PM – If all is well, the bus leaves. The day before it did not. Till 8:15 PM. So, you can just hope. But once in, it is back to Window seat, earphones, sleep. Ah, bliss. Oh wait. I forgot Traffic jam, pollution, loud honking, glares from the drivers of vehicles overtaken wrongly ( glares for the bus driver, I’m only watching). And in between, in bits and pieces, well, sleep.
8:45 PM – Reach bus stop. I know. Finally! Time for some haggling with autowalas again.
9:00 PM – Reach home. All is well.
9:00 PM – 11:00 PM – Dinner, cut vegetables et al for the next day, watch TV, logon to the internet, switch the monitor off.
11:00 PM – Oh My God I’m tired. And sleepy. And I am hoping I fall asleep on time. I have only 6 hours and 45 minutes. I should not forget to tell the Dude about…what…who…huh…zzzzzzz.
5:45 AM – Alarm rings.
Ah well, another day.