Bastardzz

"Love your enemies just in case your friends turn out to be Bastardzz"


Someday called Sunday-
It was my most cherished day of the week when i was supposed to sleep till the sun burns out but that day i was awake by 7 a.m or I should say i was being kicked out of my dream world by an obnoxious call.That call was made by my company's boss Mr. Bhutia.

Cut to Mr.Bhutia-
There are some people who believe in hard work and there are some people who believe in pure luck.And then There are third kind of people who believes in both.
Mr Bhutia was one of that kind.He believed in hard work but of other people's.The poor hardworking souls of his company who work like machines on a lease to make him more rich and make him more lucky.There was a note written on his wall which says "A good boss makes his men realize they have more ability then they think they have so that they consistently do better work then they thought they could".

Cut to Sunday morning-
Bhutia as usual not feeling any sorry for his actions,quickly forwarded me a task or more of his family matter which he was supposed to do but he could not as he was feeling very sleepy & lethargic due to the previous late night party which he translated to me as important meeting with clients for the better future of the company and it's employees.Bull Shit.
I was aware of the fact that Bhutia thinks of me as a dumb-ass and a guy who can be easily manipulated so he was never short of giving me some extra work of his own in return of some phoney promises of incentives & promotion.I would have left this job but then again the vicious circle of job hunting scares the hell out of me.Search-apply-wait for the call-interview-negotiation-rejection and then again start from the scratch.I was somewhere in a comfort zone of mine and don't want any more vague thoughts to prevail.I go to office,i work like an ass,i bitch about my colleagues and i butter mr. Bhutia.There after i return back to my sweet home without carrying any extra baggage from my office and it's territories.I was more of living in a prayer that someday Bhutia will change forever and appreciate my dedication rather using me as a fool to suck up his tool.
With sleep floating in my watery eyes and the late night butter chicken still not able to adjust to my stomach's surroundings,i got up from my lazy bed while my mouth severely abused Bhutia.
I went to the toilet in order to donate my uneasy chicken to the municipal drainage but it refused to come out and made some weird sounds showing its anger and agony.The whole episode resulted in the upset of my stomach.People have bad hair day but i often have a bad stomach day.So till then it was far from a perfect morning.I was getting ready for the mission that was out of the blue thrown at me and meanwhile my mind thought of different ways to thrash Bhutia's ugly face.I took the car keys,didn't bothered to look into the mirror,shutted down the air conditioner,took some constipation pills and banged the main door as i left the house.My cute gold fish studied tension all over my face through her small glass aquarium.
I came down and met with my building's guard.He saluted me and said that he wasn't expecting me today so early morning and i just gave him that 'can't help it' look.He seems to be satisfied with that as if he too is the victim of life's aristocracy.I walked pass a big community dustbin which obviously further impaired my loose spirits.From there own i started rushing towards the parking area and it was then i saw two humans named Shaggy & Demona.