Office after 10 day break!!!

10 in the morning ..Lift door opened ,greeted by the guard personnel, I signed the register, swiped the card and enter the office after 10 days of vacation. The office was decorated by Jingle bells and miniature Santa Clauses , oh it was a Christmas celebration –preparation. Feeling of anguish creped on me, as they had not decorated the office for Diwali - Dussera and here they r celebrating Christmas one month before . AAh!!! Am I in INDIA or somewhere in Atlantics??

As I entered the office premises, something irk me, everything around me was moving in Slow Motion – I guess I have entered into the room with a different time frame . Suddenly I felt that these ppl have grown 10 years older in 10 days or have I grown 10 years younger in these 10 days. Silence so profound which riveted me on analyzing others faces as to what had happened to them in these 10 days. Before going on leave they were chirpy block of Software Engineer and now they can be labeled as the “Mugwumps” . Expressionless faces, covered with stress, profuse archaic as if incarcerated . Oh god !!! Help me I think I have entered into the place of UNDEAD, Help Me PLZ…!!! .

Each n Every ppl appear to me a Ghost-Daemon all specialized in different tactics , tricks and posses power to turn the “New one into One of them” . They don’t speak ,but still were able to communicate as the staring eyes increases from pairs to many without a single word uttered.

Got into my cubicle, got my laptop on desk , put in the Network cable , logged into office mail n gatlk almost simultaneously . More than 100 virgin mails where residing on my mailbox ,waiting for their BrideGroom. Suddenly I felt surrounded by my team mates and my colleagues as if they have come to Welcome me Back in the graveyard. Before I could make my move they started bombarding me with questions – How was u r vacation? How was u r Diwali? How is everyone back home? Sweets kahan hai? Hey hey !! wait guys… let me breathe …!! Before I could retort, another set of questions were fired. Kab aaye? Flight se aaye ya train se aaye? How is the climate back at home- Cold? Hot? Raining? . I was desperate..wanted to avoid ,ignore these questions…so I turned my attention to the laptop screen. To my dismay !! I was attacked with the same set of question thru world wide web also, PPL sitting on different location was using the messenger to virtually F*** me off. No respite for me , for further 1 hr. Finally they left me, I guess they were satisfied that now I’m one of them. As they left me tattered in pieces, biting me everywhere from body to mind to soul..nothing was left untouched, I looked into their eyes , got a msg “Welcome to The world of UNDEAD”. That’s the way they talk ..thru Eyes..now I have started understanding them.

Oblivious of the effect they had on me, I tried to reconcile ..closed my eyes , their haunting faces, were still there in my memory. I stood up from my seat , walked to the washroom, saw my reflection on the mirror … Could not believe my eyes I was fast turning into one of them. I splashed water on my faces , rubbed the face with hanker chief and got back to my place. My mind started showing me pictures as if it was trying to get back my lost memory.

Very soon I realized everything and my Role. AAH!!! I was one of them before I left for vacation, that long period had energized me, filled me with life , fun , happiness , joy. That’s why I was not able to recognize my friends in office and I felt sorry as I labeled them as Ghost, Daemons and OLD ones. I guess my colleagues didn’t tolerate my indecent behavior and adopted severe means to bring back my “YAD DASH”.

My thought process was interrupted by a signal which diverted my attention to the entrance door, another one enter the office after a long vacation , one of me few hours back, We stood up from our seats, communicating to each other thru eyes and then together we marched towards his cubicle to “Turn him into one of us”.