Magazine menace

A burly arm woke me from deep slumber. I was obviously sitting on the seat intended for the man, who had poked me in my rib to wake me up. No, there was no betel juice traces on his shirt, nor was his hair slick with oil. Weirdly, there was an air of un-assumed meekness in a man of his frame. More like a lab mice with a pitiable face resting on a gorilla’s body. With all my pretentious western civility now firmly buried, I studied this specimen with unabashed curiosity. Some unspoken tragedy was written all over his face. Amicably dressed with a decidedly too clean a shave, there was something amiss from this whole façade of the person.
After one long of hour of juggling all possible combinations to break ice with this person, I fell asleep. Don’t really know how time flew when the same arm poked me in the very same place. Now this was really not being civil said my voice within. Why does he need to poke me!! When all he could do was make some kinda noise to wake me up! .Reality hit home very soon. I saw his fingers making some symbolic gesture. I was staring at his fingers, when senses took over. He couldn speak. Took me a split second to realize what had made him to overcomehis shyness .He was bored and had noticed that there was a glimpse of some form of magazine which was conveniently serving as my pillow. The gesture was simple, “could I borrow the magazine”. A pall of gloom settled on me. A pseudo puritan that I was ,had smuggled playboy from my friend for an ‘exciting’ journey. With a move that even Mohammed ali would have failed to see coming, I quickly covered the magazine. Now the question was, how do I say that I actually couldn give the magazine as it might offend his sensibilities. Was he deaf too?? .I couldn say it out loud for him to read my lips ,as my co passengers would immediately put on “there is this pervert amongst us” face. This again made me realize my piquant situation. How do I convey this to him????. Using hand gestures would have been atrocious, unthinkable!!.

The hand poked me again , somehow this time it wasn that heavy as previous two times. As I looked up , saw my boss glowering over me(ya , no prizes for guessing..was sleeping in my cubicle ). “Lord, he had asked me to subscribe for the construction magazine”. And what I blurted out has always been one of the best thing that ever happened. Yes, I got a brand new boss , and of course a new company to subscribe magazine for ...!

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Anonymous said…
pretentious...and glaring grammatical errors...
Anonymous said…
Loved the style of writing..
Anonymous said…
I am sorry, that I interrupt you, but you could not paint little bit more in detail.

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