Friday, May 24, 2013

Dear Sir. Please permit dying.



I am a 31 year old Techie. I never liked this word when newspapers used this word – Techie robbed on Outer Ring Road, Frustrated Techie ends life etc etc. But today I am gonna use it because it would help you to guess what I do for a living, which otherwise is very difficult to explain. I have tried it with my mother in law, my Dad and some of my Businessman friends but I have always failed. Anyways back to the point, the Point is that I am dying. While meeting with a bike accident certainly has its plus points like No need to fight the insane traffic in the morning, not having to worry if you are carrying your DL, RC, PUC, NOC, PPP, XYZ and all the other documents that James Bond wouldn’t have got in one movie; not having to think which expense to cut every time petrol has a hike and you don’t. But it certainly has a bad side also, dying.  Though I didn’t die of that in the end
What follows are the emails that have gone back and forth between my office people and me before I died. And if you are wondering how am I speaking from beyond the great beyond, go watch Sunset Boulevard or American Beauty or Raaz