Who's He?

Dear Friends,

Do you know how your arrogant, egotistical and   big-headed boss   behaves in his personal life?? Want to know?

Loads of love,

Meena Mishra

   

Who’s He????

I couldn’t deem what I was  seeing. I was approaching towards my childhood friend after so many years. Unconventionally beautiful  ,Rosa, my comrade. She wasn’t tall, slim,  fair and eye-catching like other girls in the party. Instead she was short, plump, dark but fine-looking. I loved her bright eyes, innocent smile and white teeth peeping through her dark lips when she would laugh. Her laugh was different. Loud,  vibrating, devilish laugh.

 In school she was famous as one who could be heard before coming into view. She was the most upbeat and care-free girl of our class. Whenever friends would try to tease her over her height, built, complexion or laughter, she would not only take it lightly   but also participate in it. I had a strong predilection for her since the time  she was my class-mate in Primary school, in New Delhi. After my father got transferred to Mumbai, we lost touch.

                     She literally ran towards me and gave me a tight hug. Oh! I could actually feel the warmth. She was gleaming with glee and so was I. “So, you work here?” she inquired. Before I could answer her she said, “How foolish of me!!” “This is an official party and only those who work  here are invited. I have been transferred to this office just one month back. So, didn’t get a chance to see you. Anyways,  which department?” As usual before I could utter a word, she pronounced , “Just forget it. How does it matter?” She dragged me towards a chair and said, “Good to see you after so many years. I was dying to talk to a buddy. This is a new city, new office, new people and you know quite well that I   don’t share with the people until and unless they are too close to me.”  I had to strain my ears to listen to her. “How are your parents doing? How are our other friends?” I asked. “They are perfectly fine”, she replied in a jiffy as if I  was wasting her time .

“I want to share something about my new boss with you”, she said.  I took it as a hint of lending her my ears with my mouth shut. “Ok , shoot ”,I said. And she began. “This boss of mine, he is the most ill-mannered person I have ever seen. Even if I am late for five minutes he gets angry. He keeps me on my toes throughout the day. My whole energy gets drained meeting the dead-lines given by him. I have seen him smiling only when the clients are there, otherwise he has such a sullen face as if he needs to pay for smiling. He is arrogant , proud, haughty, over-confident and self-importance personified. Nobody in this office wants to work for him that’s why they had to get a secretary from New Delhi office. I don’t know how to deal with him.” She was fuming with annoyance while speaking. After venting out her anger , she looked serene .I offered her a drink.

Now she was in a mood of sharing about our common friends. All of a sudden she realised that the entire talking has been done by her and that she should give me a chance to speak. So she allowed me to talk about me. “Once we shifted to Mumbai, I made new friends in my new school. I completed my LLB and became a lawyer. I fell in love with the hottest and sexiest boy of my batch . So many girls craved for him but he was mine. Such an adorable boy friend he was! after we got settled in our career, we had a word with our parents and got married.”I compiled my story in a nutshell. She had a smirk on her face. “So how’s he now?” she asked. “Did he change after marriage or he is still the same?” I had to admit that he has changed. “He has become more responsible, loving, caring and understanding. Even though he is extremely  busy in his profession he is just a phone call away, whenever I need him. He is a warm, affectionate ,devoted and amorous husband. I am blessed to have him in my life. Not only that , he takes care of my parents more than I do.” She was in high spirits to know about me and congratulated me.

I told her I was getting late and before we parted I asked her casually, “What is the name of your boss?” She whispered into my ears, “Mr. J. K. Mishra” . I gave her  the naughtiest smile of mine and bid her good bye.