Monday 19 January 2015
Diaries of a loving (worried) husband: the dreaded meeting...
Diaries of a loving (worried) husband: the dreaded meeting...: dear all i am writing this blog as I am soon to be a husband by gods grace you know. it has been a tough journey. i have still a long way...
the dreaded meeting...
dear all
i am writing this blog as I am soon to be a husband by gods grace you know. it has been a tough journey. i have still a long way to go.i am here to share my past, present struggles. hope everybody sympathizes.....so here it goes how this cool mess commenced in my life.....hub hub hub hub
and it was destined to happen,perhaps. Yea,obvio,that's why it was all occurring to me or it was just happening by chance. Couldn't figure out. My third day after joining the new unit as a senior executive, which had its own perks. I went up to meet her in her office. it was again the office of another senior executive and that was she herself. She passed me a bleak smile after I wished her. her smile was saying loudly, huh another sucker in this god forsaken place as if this bloody place was any less before his arrival. Anyways, she had no choice but to offer me seat as the luck would have it, I was her batch mate from the officers academy. After formal pleasantries were exchanged some more formal and mutual talks progressed with morning tea (adrak wali) like hi, how are you, how have you been after academy, have you met him/her blah blah blah. During this more of a formal conversation, i noticed a bit of sadness on her face and in the tone which she was trying hard to suppress by her forced smile which she thought she was very good at. Anyways I had more important things to notice in her than her sad smile or whatever it was like i noticed she was still that lean and fit and delicate as she was during training. She had managed to fit in her uniform and jersey with just that right amount of effort ahhhh...
She was sitting carelessly in that high chair office pointing loud and clear through her facial gestures that oh all you morons...I don't give a **** keep looking at my ****. In all those odds I managed to stare at so many other vital stats and I dont remember what all she said during that so called interactive session which was a part of service protocol, which she was duty bound to offer me, one thing I was preety sure that she was not happy,that she was looking damn beautiful, that her uniform was jus lil tight to give her that ultra chic look, that she wanted to jump off her chair and kill all the morons around her and I would love to help her in doing so. Anyways i would have loved to kill whomsoever she wanted to but she was not that vulnerable, mind you. I couldn't sustain her hard looks any longer and I took leave and a sigh of relief with a promise to myself. I am really not sure what that promise was exactly....
i am writing this blog as I am soon to be a husband by gods grace you know. it has been a tough journey. i have still a long way to go.i am here to share my past, present struggles. hope everybody sympathizes.....so here it goes how this cool mess commenced in my life.....hub hub hub hub
and it was destined to happen,perhaps. Yea,obvio,that's why it was all occurring to me or it was just happening by chance. Couldn't figure out. My third day after joining the new unit as a senior executive, which had its own perks. I went up to meet her in her office. it was again the office of another senior executive and that was she herself. She passed me a bleak smile after I wished her. her smile was saying loudly, huh another sucker in this god forsaken place as if this bloody place was any less before his arrival. Anyways, she had no choice but to offer me seat as the luck would have it, I was her batch mate from the officers academy. After formal pleasantries were exchanged some more formal and mutual talks progressed with morning tea (adrak wali) like hi, how are you, how have you been after academy, have you met him/her blah blah blah. During this more of a formal conversation, i noticed a bit of sadness on her face and in the tone which she was trying hard to suppress by her forced smile which she thought she was very good at. Anyways I had more important things to notice in her than her sad smile or whatever it was like i noticed she was still that lean and fit and delicate as she was during training. She had managed to fit in her uniform and jersey with just that right amount of effort ahhhh...
She was sitting carelessly in that high chair office pointing loud and clear through her facial gestures that oh all you morons...I don't give a **** keep looking at my ****. In all those odds I managed to stare at so many other vital stats and I dont remember what all she said during that so called interactive session which was a part of service protocol, which she was duty bound to offer me, one thing I was preety sure that she was not happy,that she was looking damn beautiful, that her uniform was jus lil tight to give her that ultra chic look, that she wanted to jump off her chair and kill all the morons around her and I would love to help her in doing so. Anyways i would have loved to kill whomsoever she wanted to but she was not that vulnerable, mind you. I couldn't sustain her hard looks any longer and I took leave and a sigh of relief with a promise to myself. I am really not sure what that promise was exactly....
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