Jun 10, 2010

Final part - Fun with Floors @office

Before I crack in to the next part, let me be specific about three points.

** Our office is a five storied building. We sit in 3rd floor

** 2nd, 3rd, 4th floors share the same lay out and construction, I mean, they are one and the same. I can’t even say which floor I’m in, if I stand in the middle. Of course, some thing can be figured out from the known and unknown faces of people who peep at my face and hide smiles mercilessly while I try hard to figure out where I’m actually in. Ask me, they make me go mad!!!

Third point… I’ll tell you in the PS.


“What shall I do now?”

I could call my friends who shared the meeting room and could ask, but the thought of aftereffects made me not to opt it. Minutes passed. Now I could see them approaching the glassed main entrance. Could not find a brilliant escape to their immediate question of why I was still there, but my brain was sharp enough to move my hand along with cell phone towards my left ear. I escaped brilliantly, yes, in that situation I suppose.

At that moment, for me, it was not about anything else except escaping the teasing from my good friends who used to be the victims of me everyday.

Finally, I escaped it; we carried with our lunch-time gossiping. Gossiping is the most energetic drink of the day at office, that too for free of cost.

I was there at the lunch table, but was fully thinking about doing something to avoid the same inconvenience to be happened to all others. Squeezed and squeezed, finally ended up with an idea of suggesting to paste some stickers of floor names/numbers opposite to the lift.

With a proud brain I headed towards the 2nd floor from the 5th floor where we had our lunch. Lift opened with a lady voice informing “second floor”. As soon as the lift was opened, I proudly looked at the location where I wanted to suggest the administration to have a number board. I didn’t know that they were the last minutes for the proudness in me.

To my surprise, the number board with the letters “3rd floor” was already there in green color…that was the moment where I heard my soul laughing at myself with uncontrollably accompanied with inaudible decibels noise!!!

Hmmm…Sigh…what else? No innovative suggestion, nothing. Every pinch of my enthusiasm got reduced in to rubble. Same scene of morning continued…lights off, slides ON and this time since it was after lunch, I was in sleep mode most of the time.

Hours passed and now we were done with the meeting. This time round, after the formal meeting, I asked too many questions as if I was the most enthusiastic person over there. My friends, who were already got vexed with the long meeting, looked like they had come to a decision to kill me if given a chance. I thanked our laws which restricted them from doing so.

The presenter was a handsome man at his mind; he answered every curious or stupid question that was asked by me. By that time, most of the guys and girls had already found their own way to reach their desks.

Hmm…after few minutes, I was before the lift s to go back to my cubicle. I saw one girl who was also the member of the same meeting coming from upstairs as we had stair case just beside the lift. I could quickly get it how she would have wrongly gone to upstairs instead of going down stairs. I could hear her heart’s inaudible laugh…Come on, now I shall understand such.

I quickly enquired “Have you gone upstairs by mistake?” with a huge, real huge smile, rather laugh.

She was also brilliant but at that particular moment, she could not restrict herself from saying quick “yes”. We both busted in to laughter for next couple of minutes. I took enough care to control myself from revealing the morning incident to her.

You know what, I gave her a suggestion instantly, “Hey, have you not seen the floor numbers written over there? Next time just check it” showing the numbers which brought out the lazy girl in me who didn’t even turn her head back in the morning.

After few days…

I got realized that the same floor number bounced back at me very strongly this time, when my boss and I were going back from another meeting few days later. He was carrying his laptop and I was with my book. I was answering one of his questions unstoppably, and I couldn’t get that I had crossed our floor and already was there on second step towards the next floor.

“Which floor do you want to go?” he interrupted me and what next, I was just out of my flow. Simple smile was my answer as we both stepped in to our respective cubicles. His smile brought me back the memories of the earlier incident; I just struggled to control my laughter through out that day.

Finally, I looked the name “3rd floor” on a green board while leaving for that day, and I didn’t take much time to accept the fact that they too could curse.

PS: As I said, the third point is: I was in a hurry in the morning while writing the previous post. I could do only half of that and that too with many errors. I have corrected the same now. Thanks for your response for the first part of this.

One more important personality I’d like to mention about is, the “Idle brain”, Srivalli, one of my good friends asked me to write some funny post long time back. Now, I think I’m done with it. I guess I succeeded in my new style with this maiden post. Nevertheless, many thanks to her.


anupama said...

Dear Prams,
Good Morning!
I enjoyed reaing your humourous post and i found a very good change!Own experience makes the words sincere!:)
I can realte to the point-askingqts-in our meetings my questions are never ending and hardly I realise how annoyed my colleagues are for my 'over enthusiasm'.
Wishing you a bright day where you ger the number of the floor correctly,

Jack said...


Seems you like to enjoy free rides in lift, up or down without looking at the floor indicator. LOL.

Take care

Creativity!! said...

Dear, The Most Beautiful Memorable Post :) :) Enjoyed This A Lot :) :)

chaala funny ga unde ra.....I couldn't ctrl my laugh....

paapam, dont ask tooo many q's. vaadu entha irritate ainadu telsa ??

Ria said...

Ha ha!! Good post out there. I love the lifts of high rise bldgs. :P

The Idle Brain said...

Ha ha.. Thanks ;)

Hmm.. next time when u write such posts, remember this- give elaborate descriptions of handsome guys. Include their ph nos if possible :p

An Ordinary Gal said...

lol it was good to read really :D

Vittaldas Prabhu said...

Life throws many such humorous events at us. If we take it in our stride then we will most definitely be able to narrate it in a good, humorous way like you have done it here. :-)

Readers Dais said...

Hi! Pramoda,

Ha! that was fun....but ur brainstorm session for the solution, can be used next time..right?

Being Pramoda... said...

hi anu, thanks so much and loved ur sugessions... keep coming here..:) have nice time.. yeah im trying my best to remember them..:)

Being Pramoda... said...

Hi Jack uncle, heheh.. yeah.. thats what happened with my lazy mind..:)

Being Pramoda... said...

Hi Sahana .. thanks gal.. heheh.. emo mari teledu..:)

Being Pramoda... said...

Hi Ria..haha..so nice..:)

Being Pramoda... said...

Hi Valli.. yeah.. will do take care..hehe..i need to sacrifice the handsome boys for the beautiful gals like youuu>:)

Being Pramoda... said...

Hi Riya, thank you so much!

Being Pramoda... said...

Hi Prabhu, yeah i really did..:) thanks fr noticing..:)

Being Pramoda... said...

Hi RD..yeah.. it must be patented..:)

KParthasarathi said...

In humorous stories it is the narration. There may not be weight in content.It can be a small iinocuous incident but it is the way it is told that keeps the readers' smiling ll through.THat way your story in two parts read in one go kept me absorbed fully.Keep such stories coming,Pramoda

Being Pramoda... said...

Hi Partha uncle, that's soo much valuable comment I'hv got frm you...:)..really, its feels good to read it..:) Thanks so much..

Suree said...

nice post ... :)

thank god we don't have any lift in our office...

Being Pramoda... said...

Hi Suree, thank you so much..:)