And it happened..

As I walked out of my house to the parking lot, I had this inexplicable feeling in me that something is going to trigger a volley of emotions out of me.. Some people call it the sixth sense, I call it a case of bad stomach..

So here I am, Had a nice bowl of Sticky rice and stir fried vegetables along with a liberal dose of the yellow poison last night.. Nothing in the world makes me more happy than a plate of good food... A good company Of course came as an added accompaniment.. It was turning out to be a beautiful evening and thank god it ended on the same note... I went home happy and satiated and slept with a contented smile on my face.. After all, I had just had a bowl of amazing food..

Today morning was a diabolical contrast from an eventful evening yesterday.. I was woken up rudely by the constant pitter patter in my stomach.. If it was not for the pain, I would have enjoyed the mellifluous music emanating from the nether world.. However; the constant pain diminished any hope in me of enjoying the music.. On top of that, the sight of a typical aloo parantha, smeared with love and affection of butter from my mum made it worse.. Without taking a morsel, I rushed into the loo, more to convince my mum of my unwillingness to eat it rather than the actual need of being in the loo.. But mother's as they say, is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.. I had to take at least one bite to convince her that I still love her food.. How much I would repent that decision in the course of the day..

Ideally I should have taken a break from work but the world veers towards collapsing that very day when you entertain the thought of staying in the salubrious confines of your house plus your blackberry vibrates more that day and your boss suddenly starts asking for reports.. We call it law of averages, don't we?

Anyway, traffic as usual didn't help me and my stomach but had it not been for my self control, I would have stopped my car right in the middle of the road, giving a good view of my rear to the fellow travellers..

I reach office and promptly get to know that I have been made a part of some never ending meeting.. My mood worsens when instead of talking about the core issues, people crack jokes.. Some typical and unlaughable jokes on wives and monday morning blues.. With no option left, I struggle to smile and finally some smart alec realises that we must not waste time and get cracking on the issues.. They talk and I listen and then they listen and my stomach talks.. Boy, it was a sight to see/hear.. After every 30 seconds my stomach will give a timely reminder to give a consideration to it and leave the world as it is and rush to the loo.. I eventually did.. As I am enjoying the release of my embarrassment, I hear someone say in a muffled voice ' Sir,  this project is so important, we can't let things that are more important interfere with it'...