Thursday, May 27, 2010

The Manager.

The managers face looks like a weathered sedimentary rock. Even at the college parents of fresher asked for direction from him. He looked the most harmless and pristine and stupid.
Manager knows all the theories of life, two kids, a wife and an ambassador car that lives in the workshop three days in a week. Life is full in fact brimming, almost overflowing with stress. 6am he is up, the wife teas. Presses school dress of the little one and big little one, today wife’s too. Little one gets ready at 7, drop him by walk at the play school lunch will go latter. Come back fast fill the washing machine. Goes for a quick incomplete shit, can’t afford to have constipation these days. Will the children ever realize delaying ones toilet is such a huge sacrifice. The manager brushes his teeth after bath, so in goes the white shirts in the wash. Wife hollers tell Babu to finish his milk; will you deliver little one’s lunch? It is ready.

It is past 8. Wife runs in to the toilet, Babu brushing his teeth in another. Quick you have got milk to drink. The white clothes are done, in go the colored ones in the wash. Wife hollers from the throne, put off gas. Oh my god why have you not put the geyser on she hollers again.
8.35 wife rushes out “help me god”.
Babu rushes out of the other bathroom.
“Help me god”
Little devil mimics.
Let’s rush to the bus stop, says the lady.
Manager rushes to start his Ambassador car.
Lucky vest?
The Limousine starts without pushing.
Wife and children come down.
The lady is a sight – Comb struck on the head
Fixing an, earring, checking the nose pin. Babu toddling not far behind.

By the time wife’s sandals are buckled and hair combed we know the bus has gone.
Some parents wave at us because it is polite and the wife is a teacher.
The usual chore of chasing the school bus begins.
Successful chase, got the bus at Bailey road.
Even an Ambassador car has her day.
It is 9.
Manager is at home.
Deliver little ones lunch.
Phone Tarafdar “where are we working??"
“Rajendra nagar”
It will take 15 minutes to reach if there is no traffic.
The manager practices Yoga.
Only Yoga can combine office time& no traffic.
Take it easy.
Take it easy.
“Please wait if I am delayed.”
Leave the washing machine alone.
Bath and brush- teeth under the shower.
Press shirt, and trouss.. Ho, power is gone.
Break the fast?
Rush …
Car starts again, lucky vest?
Crumpled Pants?
No Jam on the bread and on the road.
Manager has an imploding laugh.
Rajendra nagar.
10.15….Not bad
Tarafdar was yet to come.
Have a Sudha lassi.
The day was taking birth.

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