Musings of the idle mind

He sits alone in a conference room. The door locked from inside. Feeling slightly cold, a tad lonely. Waiting...apparently for something to happen. Staring into the blank wall. Blinking his eyes every few seconds. His ears intent on listening to even the smallest little peck of a sound. Its quiet...very quiet, but the quietness is intermittently broken by the wind hitting against the door. The lock on the door shudders each time the wind swishes through the corridor outside. Duh-da-da-da. Its sudden and unexpected - the shudders. Sometimes startling him. What's happening outside on the corridor - he wonders. Many people leaving work - thats whats happening. He thinks. He swears. He curses. Curses the fact that he has to work late. Off late work seems to be piling up more and more. So much that he had to work on Saturday and Sunday last weekend.

His conscience pricks him. WORK?? - it asks. Oh yes! Updating blog settings is work alright - it shouts. He hears it so loud, it seems like a scream. Duh-da-da-da. But I did work too - He says. But to no avail. He shakes his head vigorously - as if to shrug it off. But the echoes keep ringing. He diverts his thoughts, tries to concentrate on work. He's determined to finish it by tomorrow. If it gets done I can enjoy the weekend a lot more - He thinks - Ah the weekend! Here it is at last. Duh-da-da-da. A faint smile breaks through his stern jaws. This weekend he wont be working. Wow - he thinks - A break atlast.

He kicks himself..."Stop thinking about all this - you fool. You have work to do. Now get back to it".

A while later....

He feels his neck. Its is a bit strained from the constant upright position. He leans his neck back, feels it stretch, feels it make a few creaks and then back upright. His butt is weary from having sat on the same lousy chair for almost 3 hours now. He wants to get up but he cant. Duh-da-da-da. It is almost as if he is glued. Glued to his chair, glued to the room, glued to the building, glued to the city, glued to the country. He tries to shrug off this thought and does so with great difficulty. He stretches his legs, they feel old. They are getting old - he thinks. Yes nearly 30 long hard years. He lets out a big yawn and stretches his hands as wide as they can be parted. Duh-da-da-da. What has he achieved? - he thinks. He's travelled a lot of places; seen wonderfully beautiful cities; has a good designation at work; has a not-too-bad salary. There's something in the near future he's definitely looking forward to - his new house. But all of this seems so senseless. He feels an emptiness and also an almost inexplicable sense of non-achievement. Duh-da-da-da.

Has he missed the fun part of life in running after good job, good money, good travel, good house - he thinks - He didnt run after these, it just came to him. If not this then what is it?? He sees his friends getting hitchced, he secretly envies them. In some cases almost to the point of not talking to them. He's jealous. Afterall he's human. He has never been hitched, never had a girlfriend, never walked with anyone holding hands on the beach enjoying the waves kissing the feet under a full moon night. NEVER EVER! Is he selfish? Is he mean? Is he not handsome? No. No. Maybe not. Then why hasnt he found his match? The questions haunt him, posing more questions for which he has no answers. Absolutely NONE WHATSOEVER. If it were somebody else, he would have said "No Comment" but he cant ignore his conscience. His inner self. His being. His soul.