The face was smooth but it looked as plain as a white sheet which could easily be dirtied. Though she was in her late thirties she had no lines on her forehead nor any trace of dark circles around her eyes. She looked as fresh as any frozen fruit, but such freshness in a person doesn't represent anything good, since such plainness only reflects an unaccomplished life without any experience of emotional turmoils, also an absence of tryst with intellectual pursuit.
Her squinting eyes were scanning for news which could be copied and imported into a software which enabled her to disseminate online news sandwiched between images of topless models and stars spotted without knickers. The random clicks fired up by sparked lust mattered, and if these could go up to hundreds of thousands then there would be online advertising revenues. Online was the future and things had to be fast and people like her had to ensure everything was done hastily.
She was someone who could pull out any news filed by someone posted in Damascus or in Alaska in fractions of a minute.
But Damacus or Alaska didn't matter at all, it was the things about New York, London or Bollywood that mattered to her and the hare-brained readers, who were keen on having someone living there and, most importantly ,were eager to be there to obtain NRI status. If it were reported a woman's purse was lost in New York and she was spotted sobbing by a news channel ,then it would be a leading new to her, and if fifty were slaughtered in Libya or in Ghana it wouldn't matter, for she would ask herself " who is going to read this when they don't even know where these countries are?" and besides they wouldn't fit among the minute-old images of a winking model covering her nipples and 'top ten stars who dared to bare.'
But Damacus or Alaska didn't matter at all, it was the things about New York, London or Bollywood that mattered to her and the hare-brained readers, who were keen on having someone living there and, most importantly ,were eager to be there to obtain NRI status. If it were reported a woman's purse was lost in New York and she was spotted sobbing by a news channel ,then it would be a leading new to her, and if fifty were slaughtered in Libya or in Ghana it wouldn't matter, for she would ask herself " who is going to read this when they don't even know where these countries are?" and besides they wouldn't fit among the minute-old images of a winking model covering her nipples and 'top ten stars who dared to bare.'
She had just posted a top news on India's richest man's shoes. Soon the number of clicks rose, a glow appeared and an uncontrollable smile broke revealing a set of stained even teeth. A giggle was heard and this was picked up by the man with the constipated face.
He was her editor's favourite dog, which wagged his tail all day long, then lower the empty head sniffing the editor's unpolished Woodland shoes to lick whenever he thought they had some dust on them.
Before he entered this place he had been a salesman in a media company. When he came to apply for the position of assistant copy editor, he crawled and hugged his would-be boss's legs while swearing his loyalty. He had been a good dog for his master, but there was the hurdle of a woman who stood between him and the master. He couldn't even raise his eyes in front of the woman, then the hurdle woman had a fallout with the master and the master spotted the dog with the eternally wagging tail. Since then he had been preparing rosters and barking e-mails with the boss marked CC to show his fealty.
Before he entered this place he had been a salesman in a media company. When he came to apply for the position of assistant copy editor, he crawled and hugged his would-be boss's legs while swearing his loyalty. He had been a good dog for his master, but there was the hurdle of a woman who stood between him and the master. He couldn't even raise his eyes in front of the woman, then the hurdle woman had a fallout with the master and the master spotted the dog with the eternally wagging tail. Since then he had been preparing rosters and barking e-mails with the boss marked CC to show his fealty.
He used to wag his tail eight hours and then he hiked it to thirteen hours, noticing this the master would stop by his cubicle to pat him on his head and he would shut his eyes behind the powerless eye lenses expressing satisfaction. The more the master patted him the more ferocious his e-mails would become, and from thirteen he started doing fifteen hours.
It was said that he had been married for two years and some foul-mouthed rebels in the office said, " he couldn't do anything. In his absence a neighbour helps her and she falls asleep satisfied and tired." He wouldn't know anything since he was slowly killing himself wagging the tail, it had become a habit and he didn't even realise that he had been over doing longer than necessary; sometimes he would spontaneously do that while barking at a panwallah.
It was said that he had been married for two years and some foul-mouthed rebels in the office said, " he couldn't do anything. In his absence a neighbour helps her and she falls asleep satisfied and tired." He wouldn't know anything since he was slowly killing himself wagging the tail, it had become a habit and he didn't even realise that he had been over doing longer than necessary; sometimes he would spontaneously do that while barking at a panwallah.
The lady with the painted lips concealing stained even teeth was trying to get this dog's attention. He barked if everything was alright, then the lady explained the cause of her giggle. He was overwhelmed and stood up to put his paws on the edge of the shoulder-high wooden partition and over the paws he sniffed and examined the producer of giggle and rolled his eyes.
It was already eight in the evening, while wagging his tail he had been barking e-mails at the same time. Some he would be sending the following day. He jumped down from his seat and ran towards the master's cabin, the man was still there chatting with someone and he didn't want to be disturbed , that meant he was going to go home late. For some reason he felt a pain in his tail and he wanted to go home, but he would have to wait for the master to leave first and that was going to be painful.
To forget the pain he couldn't do anything personal, though he could have wrapped up things at five. Something came to his mind: the picture of a man who had recently joined the place appeared. The man's received accent and his cocky manners had been disturbing him , there was no 'sir' from his side; first he addressed him as Mr. Doggy Biswas and after a few days it bacame "Hello Doggy." It was rumored that he didn't want to use 'sir' because no one was knighted. That rebellious attitude made Doggy appear nothing and his reputation of being the favourite dog with barking e-mails was reduced to subject of mockery.
To forget the pain he couldn't do anything personal, though he could have wrapped up things at five. Something came to his mind: the picture of a man who had recently joined the place appeared. The man's received accent and his cocky manners had been disturbing him , there was no 'sir' from his side; first he addressed him as Mr. Doggy Biswas and after a few days it bacame "Hello Doggy." It was rumored that he didn't want to use 'sir' because no one was knighted. That rebellious attitude made Doggy appear nothing and his reputation of being the favourite dog with barking e-mails was reduced to subject of mockery.
He had been meaning to compose a mail, but he wasn't sure whether it would be free of grammatical errors, he feared a retaliation with his errors pointed out; in fact he had drafted many and today he would be writing the twentieth e-mail.
Just as he had started pondering for malicious words, his master's footsteps were heard and then the man left the place without a word. This saddened him, he expected, at least, a pat but he reconciled with the hope that it could come tomorrow. He sniffed and jumped down to follow the trail of his master.
Just as he had started pondering for malicious words, his master's footsteps were heard and then the man left the place without a word. This saddened him, he expected, at least, a pat but he reconciled with the hope that it could come tomorrow. He sniffed and jumped down to follow the trail of his master.
More to come...........
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