My First Love

An ode to thee, I sing sans glee!

I still remember the first time we met.
You matched my genes: The levis, I mean.

As we embarked on our journey, my foot in thee.
The only thing in between were socks till knee.

We’ve been through thick and through thin
Not to mention- dog poop and chicken chow mien.

You bore the shocks, this journey threw.
I blissfully unaware, while time just flew.

Watch your step, you seemed to say
As I continued to tread on poop each day.

We’ve had our difference about roads to take.
Sometimes even about the socks I wear.

We’ve grown apart, both you and I
I thought you stunk but so did I

I march in you, to the store nearby.
Little do you know, it’s a *kiss goodbye.

For some, it’s Scooty Pep.
And others, it’s the girl next door
But I declare to all who care,
My First Love were a pair of Nike Air.

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*Metaphorically speaking. No shoes were actually kissed in the making of this poem.

Nike & Sons do not subscribe to any of the blogger’s/jogger’s views. If you feel like flagging this as inappropriate, we say – Just Do It.

The truth shall set you free!

The truth shall set you free…

Now I don’t know if that was the reason but 29th of June 07 was the day IVY set a bunch of its employees free. To put it in a nutshell, the reason stated in the pink slip inferred - Meltdown of operations in one of its strategic locations. The company, on its part, was kind enough to have given the notice 6 months in advance.

And so we came on that fateful (fruitful - monetarily speaking) day to receive the golden handshake. A big queue outside the manager’s office greeted visitors, assuring that employees were just as eager to be fired as the company was to fire them. An even bigger queue of men gathered near the admin. office where a couple of pretty girls from Red Bull were handing out free drinks – Boys will be boys! Petite girls handing free drinks are usually more beckoning than portly bosses handing farewell letters.

“Hi, I’m thirsty”, I introduced myself; hoping to get a free red bull.
Miss Venezuela smiled, handed a drink and said, “If you are thirsty- drink water. If you are hungry- eat. If you need energy- drink red bull.” She could have won the miss world title with a statement like that.
“As long as it’s free, I’ll take all the energy you’ve got.” I chuckled to myself.
“Do you have any questions?” she enquired as I took a gulp. Your number I thought but answered her with a polite “No, thanks.”

Later, I went into one of the rooms to handover the company stationery. Took a last look at my picture on the ID/swipe card and wondered - God hadn’t just blessed me financially. That picture could sell for a lot on eBay. The HR lady, collecting the stuff, thought otherwise as she flung the ID card into a box with other merchandise. As you’d guess, business acumen was not one of her skill sets.

I joined a few friends trying to navigate within the office minus the ID card. It seemed the only doors that didn’t require access card were the loo (A critical loophole in understanding efficient time management).

Completing the legal formalities, I felt like a brand new divorcee receiving the alimony. All I could think was – yipeeeeee!!!

Before leaving, I paid Miss Venezuela another visit to quench my thirst (for red bull, of course!!). Also, she had a target to meet and I intended to help her reach it (Noble deed, nah??). I got another red bull, no number. (Pretty girls with red lipstick usually render men speechless...ok,ok I am a sissy!)

Oh pray that I be blessed with a job soon or ye continued to be cursed with more such blogs!

On a hind sight, it was great to have worked in a beautiful company in the company of beautiful people. Driving out of the office parking, I glanced through the rear view mirror at the office building and wondered – The circus will not be the same without the jokers!