Crush Diaries

So hi there.
This post is more like a continuation of the Office Diaries and Crush Diaries, why you will soon know.
A few days ago I had was fortunate enough to spent some not-so-quality-time with my crush. And the first question that moron asks is "Are you okay?"
My heart flutters like a butterfly and I even have some of those butterflies in my stomach (Ps when butterflies are in crush mode what or rather who do they have in their stomachs?).
But I was suddenly over the moon cause that day I had broken a nail, and I was surprised that he noticed it.
I, Manali Dey, blushing to the roots of my hair was just about to tell him how sweet he is, when he bursts my bubble of happiness with his next words.
He- Cause you look so weird and sickly. Like someone had eaten all the chocolate in the world or may be run your puppy over.
Hearing all this I nod and say to myself, "You did"
He- Did you say something?
Me- Nopes.
He- You sure?
Me- Yes.
He- Are you fine? Do you want to take some time off? Do you ...
Me- Arghsss. I am fine.I was late for office today so  I didn't...
He- Put kajal on. (And they he looked deep into my eyes. or that is what it felt like for me)
Me coming out of my trance- Yeah. Right. No kajal.
(Note- I don't have the crush any more. Thank you very much)
So bye bye butterflies!!!!

Poem Diaries ( An Ode)

Sorry cause I like an idiot took you for granted.

But the way you extracted your revenge is demented.

You were right in front of me, thinking about it now makes me crazy,

You were the very reason I could breath so easy.

You tried your best to stop toxicity from coming my life and harming me ever,

But I ignored the warnings of trusty care giver.

I am sorry, I really am if truth be told.

And now you should forgive me, cause you have a heart of gold.

Please don't make our relationship problems a thing of public knowledge,

I know I was in the wrong, see all my faults I acknowledge.

Stop this constant reminders of my wrong doings against us,

We are a strong team, this problem too shall pass.

Lets get some more warmth in us and share a cuppa of hot chocolate milk together,

Cause it's gonna be you and me for ever.

An Ode to my runny Nose.

Office Diaries (When your dream job changes color)

What do you do when you love books but are too broke to buy them?

1. You can steal them from other people (bad you)

2. You can steal from stores (yeah good luck with that, get caught and go to jail)

3. Steal from the author (in short piracy)

And I know the last one sounds the easiest but its the most unethical one too. Your heart breaks when you read that even though your favorite author wrote like the meatest work you have ever read but it doesn't become a best seller you think to yourself that may be that pirated copy you got lessened the sales and that is why this happened. (cue in the sad tunes).

So I get an idea, a genius one if I might add.

I join a bookstore. The idea was I will get to read my heart out, considering I will be in the bookstore throughout the day. No human interaction - all day long, it was like a dream come true for closet introvert of a heart. The whole day I will be surrounded by books and no one disturb me. The books in my hand, book-boyfriends in my heart and with the smell of new books in my lungs I will live my happily ever after every single day. No work day will be the same and all will be merry-merry all the day.

With this beautiful dream in my heart I go for my interview and tada I crack it too.

But it wasn't what I imagined it to be. Firstly, I wasn't working at the bookstore, so no to the books, no to the book boyfriends and no happily ever after. Secondly, I had to work with people. Yeah, the horrors!!! The entire day I was surrounded with people, had to talk to them and smile when all I wanted was to curl in the corner with a book and forget everyone. And the only good thing would have been getting free books cause working in a bookstore should have perks like this. I thought may be I will be getting paid in books. So I wait for the salary day with bated breath, but alas I get money. Oh it was so disappointing. 

So now I am broke, working all day, have to talk to people and I am without books. Why is this world such a hater of lovers and love storries. WHY!!!???

Office Diaries (Cough and Cold special)

How do you know if an event that you have been a part of is a success or not?

By the kind of reviews you get?

Nah those can be biased, bought and superficial.

Or may be by the kind of footfall the said event got?

Oh hells no, cause that number is based more on the availability of the other good events around you.

(Let me guess you now wanna know who kicked my cereal bowl that now I am in such a bad mood. Well the answer is no one, now stop distracting me and let me tell you the reason for this post)

You know your event has been a full blown success if even after two days of the final event you don't have a voice and all that comes out of your mouth are air sounds.

And that is how I know that the last event I was part of was such a huge hit.

Moving on, I came back to the office on Tuesday, for Monday I was on my sick leave.

And boy oh boy do people notice my lack of voice.

I have many well meaning colleagues offer me pearls of wisdom like drink hot tea, keep ginger in your mouth and many others. But even though I wanted to say thank you to all of them I couldn't cause I have lost my voice. So all I could do was make some whooshing sounds like the ones kids make when flying aeroplanes. Yeah I am preety sure I will be crowned at the Queen of Rudeness.

In comes my savior in dress-shirt and sheepskin shoes, one of my bosses whom if I may add I am dying to adopt as my brother. And the first thing he says is "Oh you poor kid, you got no voice" and voila!!! The rest of the village puts away their pitchforks and fire. I stand and give everyone a polite smile and go ahead with my work. 30 minutes in the office day my second boss comes in.

Her- Oh Hi Manali, how are you today?

Me(makes whoosing noises)

Her- Oh you have lost your voice.

Me(nods my head vigoriously)

And that is how may day has been so far and it's only 12 and my work gets over at 7:30 today. So yeah me!!!(heavy sarcasm)

PS remember the creepy guy I told you about? Yeah turns out he ain't creepy, just a bit snobby. But since he didn't judge me for forgetting his name every morning let's call him cubie, cause he sits in the opposite cubile to mine.

PPS a friend joined this office and she has a huge crush on cubie, let's hope it works out for them. For now I need another coffee. Off I go in my hunt for coffee, Oh Bless me Coffee Gods.

Crush Diaries

I am at my wits end, I kid you not world, I really really am. By now I hope you all are well acquainted with my over the top drama queen tendencies and my lack of filter which leads to over sharing and me leaving no stone unturned  to embarrass myself, but what can I say I learnt that from my Mimi. She pulls my leg, pokes fun at my expense & has a whale of a time attacking me with all things pun-ny and funny, so yeah like Mother like Daughter, she taught me to poke fun at myself so that no one else can. And I, like the good little kid I am, intend to take her work further and make joke like mountains out of everyday molehills.

So any way, yesterday I had decided to ask people, who are not really my own people (cause my people are all biased, actually they are not, they criticize the living day lights out of my works but also offer their shoulders for me to cry my literary tears on too , love my peps), so as I was saying, I was letting some strangers read my writings and judge it freely, what can I say I was feeling magnanimous. I texted this certain crush of mine (wink*wink). I wrote to him a grand crush letter. And no it did not start with a dear darling adorable crush, oh how I wish I could write to him like this, but never mind the what ifs and what could be. We are now talking about what actually happened people. I texted him and asked if he would be kind enough to be my very own academic guinea pig to which his prompt reaction was "huh?". Yeah what can I say my guy is a very practical, take no bullshit , so pragmatic that it hurts my eyes kinda guy. So I explained that I want you to read my writings and give me advice on what I should or shouldn't write. And surprisingly he was prompt with his reply, (you might just think why is this fact so worth mentioning, you see this guy takes his merry time to reply for he pretty much treats me like this juvenile delinquent he is babysitting, aww be still my beating heart.) So anyway his prompt reply was 

He- "NO".

Me - Aww thank you so much, will be sending you the rest of my writings... wait what! What do you mean by no? 

He- No means no, cause you have other people to help you who I think are better suited to help you.

(Note- What my crush said was kinda true, I do have people in my life who are very good at giving me advice on all things writings, but I wanted practical and pragmatic people reading my work too, at least that is what we are gonna call it and justify me pestering my crush and trying to spend some quality texting time with him.

So I write- Please be my literary guinea pig and help me in my quest to reach for the stars. Please, please, please, like pretty please, sugar coated, sprinkler decorated, cherry on top wala please be mine.

(Yeah I was trying my hand in double meaning talk, what can I say desperate times call for desperate measures.)

But he being he replied with a big, fat, resounding NO.

Ps no worries I have high hopes I will scale the high walls around his heart, fight the crocodiles around his tower, slay the dragon guarding his sleeping beauty of a heart. So people wish me luck!