It was a day just like any other day. Except that it was a Monday and I was feeling a little lazier than ever to check the time on my watch. I was still on the battlefield, fighting a brave war with time. Should I or should not I? I think I should not. Its a Monday. Well, may be I can afford to snuggle in the cozy comfort of my bed and dream more and just then I could hear my Father screaming loudly, "Its 7:00 morning! Wake up fast and please prepare breakfast!!"
My world came crumbling down. How insipid life can be at times!!!
I jumped out of my bed and quickly made myself comfortable with my pair of home slippers. Tap! Tap! Tap! Here I march to face another day, another world, another day with Boss, another day with a doped colleague who seems to lech at every female in the office, another day to counsel all my friends at office, another day offering gyaan talks in boardroom.
"Pandu (Our Milkman) is not coming today. The landlord told. Prepare Black Coffee" ordered my father with a stern voice.
"What!!!!!!!" I raised my voice
I gently coughed again. I adjusted my throat and I repeated myself.
"Are you okay?? What is wrong with your voice??", Father seemed to be worried
"Paa, looks like got a sore throat. But wait, I am glad my voice sounds like Rani Mukherjee" I replied with a wide grin beaming with pride.
Needless to say Father tapped his hand on his head. He quickly ran to the get the Medical Box. Strepsils. He found it. He came running.
"Prepare Black Coffee and take the tablet after you drink the coffee. Listen. Don't keep talking on the phone and strain your vocal chords" he demanded and clumped the tablet in forcefully in my hand.
I looked at him with obedient eyes, but heart of heart was happy that I had a husky voice which is a prized catch though momentary.
 
Here begins my day full of circus, totally driven like a machine centrally controlled by a watch which happily keeps ticking on my wrist. Brushed my teeth and wondered who would be the person who invented the concept of brushing dentures. Seems like an ordeal at times!! Never mind.Coffee done, breakfast done. I was frantically getting the chores done. Paa left for office.
I quickly made myself comfortable on the Couch and called my friend Harry.
"Good Morning!!"
"Hey whats wrong with you?? Are you okaye?? asked Harry. His questions came tossing to me like a rapid volley.
"Yeah fine, got a sore throat!!" I said
"But Ash, you voice sounds very very sexy just like our doyen queen Rani" he said with that extra dose of naughtiness.
"Isn't it?? I too thought so! Feels great on one hand to be Rani for few days, but throat is hurting Harry!!" I said pretending to be balancing with a wimpish smile.
"Alright, you take care and take some medicine, will call you in the evening!"
"Fine" I said.
Next call went to Boss.
"Hi Boss. Good Morning. This is Ash" goes me
"Ash, whats wrong with you?" asked my good old Boss. Unlike other bosses my Boss is a class apart Boss. She is one of her kind. Proudly I call her "Boss".
I narrated the whole story after which she replied, "Ash, take care. Hoping to see you on Wednesday as we have the final review".
That's it. I think all Bosses are like that or may be they become like that or may be they are percieved like that. Did not wish to tax my precious brain more on this. So best I did was stop thinking on Boss and related topics.

Never mind. My thoughts were undergoing Mitosis and Meosis. They were multiplying like crazy. I imagined myself as Glamour queen Rani. May not be in reality, may be its a
day to be cherished as a glamour day. I snuggled myself with lots of comfortable quilts and my heart skipped a beat everytime I uttered a word. Had a mild tempreature also. Spent the next two days watching movies, catching up on old novels which had gathered dust for several months. I know the truth is very morbid in nature. Yes I am not well. I need to pop tablets which have a weird bitter flavour, but what the heck. I am on a date with the glamour world!

(To be continued)