Some day in my life i want to face a situation where me and my team would be immersed with work so much so that we all have to stay bak in office and have a night out.... i am yet to realize this dream...but the night before our April Townhall was somewhat similar to living that dream... we were editing a bit of the video we shot for our Townhall next day...and it took abnormally long time..we 3 of out team stayed back in office...working and chatting...and I realised that once we cross a threshold ( may be the time limit we had set for ourselves to complete a task) nothing seems to bother or nudge us to roll up our sleeves to finish the task in hand as soon as possible.. we go in our own pace, taking tea coffee juice sandwich breaks....order pizza...chat on useless things...but all in all, its quite exciting...that moment at 10 o click in night, where 3 of us sit in cafeteria appreciating the double cheese burst pizza and garlic bread, when we are only half way through the video, which is supposed to be the primary show stealer for the next days event.... when we have cancelled the cab request not knowing what time we can retire for the day....and we sit and pull each others leg....coz of which we finally produce the video an hour before the event commenced...
.....this is some sort of a guilty pleasure..when we deliberately delay....we let things work on thier own pace....we stop looking at the watch.,....and enjoy the pizza and the companionship and chatter all night long...pizza is one more item to provoke the same sentiment 'guilty pleasure'....like giving into the creamy delight of the cheese melting in your mouth...you need to shut off the police in your brain which reminds you of the calories you consume....a feeling that can be compared to watching the tele serial in Star Plus "pratigya"...getting awed by the biharis in the serial on the way the saas treats the bahu and vice versa ...and then think how impractical the story board was....and thereafter tell myself why do i watch it in the first place and then again sit in front of the television the next day the soap is aired....its like crying in the cinema hall while wathing the useless movie "kites" and then feel embarrased when the realization dawns that the film actually had no story....but talking about guilty pleasure, my personal favourite was reading my roomies diary in hostel...well i dont want her to figure this out...so here i stop....
...would get back sometime later if i can think of some story of my 'paap' which i enjoyed commiting...
just in case anyone is reading the blog..let me know - kya hai kahani tere paap ki?
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