Busted!

I have two problems in my DNA. When I work, I take too many things up at the same time and smother myself. When I don't, I vegetate (and watch TV). Currently, I work. My to do list includes, but isn't limited to...

1. Conduct science exhibition at office
2. Print certificates for the participating students who used this as an excuse for not studying for their tests, not turning in home works and bunking schools.
3. Send out mails, stick posters, announcing people to get their empty heads out of their computers and show up for the exhibition!
4. Practice dance for the upcoming event where we are supposed to grab the attention who are actually more interested in the booze! :)
5. Oh! (almost slipped my mind)...and the numerous customers who believe that I am actually working on their problems, awaiting an answer from me

Being the great time management guru I am, I spent my time dancing when I was supposed to be sleeping and working when I was supposed to be printing out certificates. So far its alright, but going by this sequence all of a sudden meant, that I am forced to sleep while I am supposed to be working, and sleepy I was nodding every other minute. Not that I haven't done that before, but its a couple of days before the visit of a company big shot and the entire site is buzzing like a beehive to impress him and I could sense passers-by thinking "probably the guy who helps the company best when he is sleeping!"

You know that kind of embarrasses me. So, I thought I would go to RVD's cube who does a lot of good work behind the scene including designing my certificates. RVD also sits against a wall along with an empty cube. So after pretending to discuss something with RVD, I ensconced myself in the chair in the empty cube convinced that I can sleep without being judged by anyone else (except RVD, but well its still a good deal).

Not a minute after I passed out and I was shaken out of my sleep by a thunderous laughter that came down from 6 feet, 8 inches above me. As my eyes were still trying to refocus his image, he said "Wake up man! Its work time". Then he promptly turned to RVD, clarified something and then whizzed away, while I was still trying to form a clear image of his in my brains. RVD laughed heartily and said, "Now that you are busted by our site director, you have nothing to lose anymore! At least enjoy a good sleep"!

The pick up

Invited by a Japanese colleague of mine, I had an opportunity to go to a concert by Dobet Gnahore, a singer form Ivory Coast along with my wife. The concert had a lot of good things about it. It was at Taj Banjara, walkable distance from my home. The concert was by inivitation only. That means the concert, a glass of Coke (or Minute Maid if you haven't grown up yet!) and two pieces of unidentifiable, but vegetarian snacks are all FREEEEEE!

But it so happened that despite the proximity of the hotel to my home, my wife and I got late at work and I decided to pick her up and reached the hotel directly.

There were quite a few Indians from the posh areas of Hyderabad along with foreign nationals from various parts of the world. So, in the eve of the concert, I stood around with a Russian lady named Ann (Oh she now has the unique distinction of being the first and by far the only Russian that Badhri has met! :D), my Japanese and Indian colleague-cum-friends and got on with the introduction drill. When my round came, I introduced my wife to Ann. My Japanese friend, who had quite a fun at my wedding said excitedly, that we are married for just 11 months now. That focused Ann's thought around my wife and me. Realizing that the majority of the gathering is from my office, Ann pointed to my wife and asked "Is she from your office too?". In a moment of thoughtlessness, I replied "Naaaa, I picked her up!".

In the next moment, I noticed an expression that said "You didn't mean that!" and gave a look at my wife with her a grin. My Indian friend laughed till her stomach ached (and every time I make a fool of myself, there she is doing that! I think it is all her fault! :D) My Japanese friend followed while my wife looked at with an intimidating "Lets see how you manage your dinner tonight!". I quickly made a vain attempt to salvage the situation saying " I mean...... I picked her up from her office before coming for the concert". But as every one went on laughing holding their belly as if to ensure that their intestine didn't burst out, no one bothered listening!"

PS: This introduces a new category "Shoot yourself in the foot"