TG-INF(Thank God its Not Friday)

It’s that time on Friday when all our great thinkers and visionaries a.k.a resources are performing their chores to perfection i.e. pondering about the tantrums to throw, when the team lead ask’s for the assignment which was supposed to be completed last week or was it the week before. Our deep musings are pulverized by the arrival of a new message in our lotus notes, a cursory glance on which takes us into our wonderland once again, but this time the dreams are of a different denomination. There is no team lead, no project manager but only the promiscuous us with the damsels we have never seen, okay seen but never talked to, what’s important is that the damsels are with us and are enjoying themselves ….don’t ask me how???
The talisman on our desktops reads TGIF and is from the HR team with a message (which we seldom read) .But the itineraries of our weekends of enjoyment tells us why the phrase Thank God it’s Friday is titular for us melancholy souls at CSC and should be changed to TGIS(which I’ll explain later).If u belong to the unlucky cabal for whom weekends are just the beginning of the wait for the week to begin then read on to share your sorrows . Other merrier souls read on to know about the sorry state of affairs of your unfortunate brothers.
Tired gory its Saturday (TGIS)
Saturday begins with all of CSC’s resources exhausted and wanting to renew themselves by sleeping through most of it. With no idea of what to do when we wake up bolsters our decision to sleep late. We do get up together with people in the countries we mostly serve (read following the Client). Anyways by the time our slumbering soul wakes up it’s already time for what we would like to call lunch.
TROUBLED GASTRO ITS SATURDAY (TGIS)
Unlike the easily palatable lunch we get in CSC during the week our nomadic soul has to wander for his ambrosia. Wandering from one place to another in search of his food he satiates himself eating the food Americans mockingly call junk which the dictionary defines as waste which is of no use and can lead to further harm. Do I need to state any further?
Tawdry guys its Saturday (TGIS)
Ah Saturday Evenings! This is the time when the real killer attitude in our shoddy soul surfaces. He covers himself up (both literally and figuratively) to do what he has been waiting for whole week i.e. shopping. Thinking of buying something to flaunt on next Friday, he discovers that most of the stuff is more expensive than his daily wages. While the cheaper stuff are not according to the standards of our exorbitant soul. So he decides to postpone his jaunts into the shops one weekend after another. As for what to wear next Friday, Don’t worry we have the t-shirts saying Celebrating success with Covansys.
Trunks gosh its Sunday (TGIS)
Baptism is the order of the day on Sunday’s which begin with the ordeal of washing our dirty undershirts , underpants, undies and other unmentionables. The odor they reek is a more dangerous weapon of mass destruction than ever possessed by IRAQ. But our hydrophobic holy souls putting aside all their fears of water step into it and clean their mess so that their friends can breathe in fresh air come Monday.
Thank God I’m Single (TGIS)
Sunday evenings call for another visit to the malls or the moles as they are commonly called in our beloved Noida simply because we have nothing else to do. But this time the motif is different as our Single ready to mingle souls are there to browse for someone with whom they could happily cohabit with, share their thoughts, be emotionally dependent upon and all other thing we say but don’t believe in. Our invidious souls come back making fun of the guys with the gals and how lucky they are because they have so much fun on weekends without spending a penny.
Sunday nights bring us back to our musings of what to say when the team lead asks for the project which was to be completed last to last week or the week before. We are bereaved because we will have to wait another five days for weak ends of enjoyment (full pun intended). Just a thought---
"I TURNED INTO A WORKAHOLIC AS I HAD NOTHING ELSE TO DO."

The Alchemist

A month ago as i walked out of the alleys of my college. my eyes became wet as i realised this was probably the last time i was seeing my collg,my classrooms which i rarely attended,or the lanes which as a matter of fact i seldomly walked on.but there was a sense of grief as i realised that i would not b able to do all these things again,as i walked i just wanted to c my room again and our mess.2 days later sth fateful happened. on the fateful day i lost one of my dmc and had to go back to collg to retrieve it.and from that day onwards every other day i have to go back to get 1 new signature, to b thrown out of one of the teachers room for being unmannered,uncivilised.everyday i walked the lanes i seldomly walked upon,saw the classrooms i rarely saw. i finally got my duplicate dmc after n(where n tends to infinite) hard laboured trips to my collgthen why am i writing it today becoz today i came to know that they have given me the dmc of another semester.so i have to start the process again :(:(moral of the story---Coelho was probably rite wen he said"when u want sumthimg bad whole universe conspires in helping u to get it"so think twice before u want sumthing bad as u mite actually get it