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I took out my left foot from the left door of my premier class sedan, one can surely have a glimpse of my black scintillating shoes being landed on the earth but nothing above it as the door of my car covers the remaining me. Exerting some downward thrust onto the ground I come out of my luxurious little shelter with sun rays shining from behind as after experiencing Tyndall effect.

With my hairs neatly trimmed, beard in its proper shape and a pair of RayBan over my eyes, I initiate my movement towards the office door. I don’t even get a chance to burn down my calories by following the PUSH written on the door as the guard does that for me along with a warm good morning in compliment.

As I enter the office and proceed towards my cabin walking through the corridor, all the office bearers wish me and I reply them with a very generous smile and a nod of my head. Finally, I’m into my cabin with my ass on the softest and the most comfortable revolving piece of furniture.

Now with a press of bell on my table I call in my secretary Trisha, a hot figure dressed up till knees and moving towards me with a very seductive hip movement. But being the boss of the place controlling my hormonal upheaval is like the only unfortunate thing. Well, I manage that anyhow.

Now it’s the time to attend a meeting with my Japanese and Russian counterparts for signing a major deal regarding an immensely important project. In the meeting hall, I present my views and well-prepared reports regarding the very suitable long- term advantages of the deal. I even gave a presentation and received claps and praises. Yeah! Got the deal signed!

well this is what I call a very good day at work!
Wait there’s more to it. Sitting relaxed on my revolving chair leaned backwards, I heard my phone’s one-time beep which showed the message “A sum of Rs. ****** has been credited in your account as the salary for the month of august”.

Well, today was my examination to get the job, I spent my 60 minutes in the exam hall and finally came out with a no emotion face, slowly moving towards my not so luxury two-wheeler, 4 stroke engine machine.
I said “Huh! (with a faint smile)”
That “huh!” sound was the sound of my shattering dreams which had no base of hard work to stand tall.

All those happenings, deal with the Japanese, ray ban over my eyes, boss of the place, hot Trisha and other such boasting were happening while I was sitting with my books open in front of me, world’s most stupid smile stretched all over my face and my eyes wide open.

I wonder how do I fail to see the reality with such wide opened eyes!


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  1. Impressive...thanks for sharing your articles...keep it up

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    Will wait for the next one..

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  5. May be the assumation can be converted into reality in future

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    1. for sure! hard work and dedication towards your goal is all which is required! :)

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  6. So expressive note good keep it up &
    Beta this is the real fact of life dat without hardwrk nothing is possible .

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