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The missed call

Inducting Nilotpal into ______ has been a boon for me. I get leads into the innards of some critical administrative work, I'm treated to all the hush-hush or roaring activities that I would have otherwise been totally ignorant of and, as an added bonus, I have a walking-talking surveillance system installed for my convenience.

All the buzz begins with breakfast in the cafeteria where we seat ourselves (to be more exact, I'm made to!) strategically to have a bird's eye view of famished techies moving in Brownian motion. Any new face and Nilotpal instantly triggers an alert. The way he/she (generally she) walks, talks, sways or sits is analyzed with utmost diligence. No trait escapes him.

When the drudgery of work is just about to take its toll on me, there's Nilotpal flashing his latest discovery on how S is dressed or how hysterically MT is talking to someone with great swings of her tone or how the kiddie is pretending to read Harvard Business Review in the library.

Evenings are when we meet at the other cafeteria to discuss just how stagnant the life of a techie can be, what a torture the shuttle ride to & from home can be especially if there's no glitter (if you know what I mean!), when to take a vacation, what other members of our gang must be doing and some rather bizarre perversions!

I was seated at my workstation today cluelessly staring at the monitor when , by mutual understanding, Nilotpal sent me a missed call to indicate something of interest in the library. I had given up on writing anything constructive for the day and consequently decided to better utilize my time by heading for the library. There lied the apple of my eye! We spent around 10mins in proximity bliss before being robbed of the honor. Anyway, the unsuspecting character wasn't even remotely suspicious of us being spies with little or no self-esteem who had nothing better to do!

All the austerity I had exercised in school is being counterbalanced by these little escapades...and they're coming when they're needed the most. Thanks to Nilotpal for being my covert accomplice today. It was fun.

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