Excerpts from the first cut version of a longish story I am at present working on
Unwinding Era.Murukan
As Karupiah alias Karp entered the luxury hotel room, he could hear the low volume hum of the air conditioning unit. He gently placed his laptop computer on a cushioned chair and powered it on. The application that came alive on the screen started throwing routine queries against a blue and white background.
Is the meeting room open? Is the aircon functioning? Are the chairs comfortably cushioned? Are the bathroom lights on? Is the commode working?
Karp repeatedly marked Yes as his response to the barrage of questions, while trying to wean an animated giraffe away from the cursor. The application developers had incorporated a little graphics into their work like that playful giraffe, , to break the monotony of responding to an endless stream of questions, Try www.paydayloanspal.co.uk.
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The questionnaire would get dynamically configured and customized based on the time of the day and the task on hand as well as the entity at the responding end. When a new member of the team is administered the questionnaire, it would commence in an innocuous manner with a query about the fragrance of flowers. Which flowery fragrance do you like most? Having obtained that piece of information, the questionnaire would gradually get more intimate.
Did you have a good sleep last night? Did you have sex last night? How many times did you indulge in penetrative sex last night? With how many persons you went to bed? How many of them were the project team members? How many of them were of your sex? How many of them were of your age? How many were below your age?
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On Thursday, the Deepavali day, none of the team members would be granted leave. A thirty minutes long Deepavali celebration would be organized in the office premises where the decibel-configurable eCrackers would be burst with appropriate amplification. This would be followed up with ePyrotechnics display on giant screens at the application development area and arranged on a secure corporate net cloud so that those working in the project at Tokyo could also participate. As a gesture of goodwill, all the team members would be provided with 125 gramme of Indian sweets and another 125 grams of Japanese sweets each, at the canteen during lunch which would be offered free of cost by the company. Each of them would be gifted with lingerie or a scarf or a handkerchief made from pure, soft Japanese silk, for Deepavali. Yudha-san made the team aware of all these in a specially conveyed meet.
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‘Where is your dance costume and jewellery’? Karp asked the girl with evident impatience.
‘They are in my bag. I shall come costumed and made up in another five minutes’, the girl said with all confidence, chewing gum slowly.
‘What happened to the singer, the drum player, the flautist and the one with cymbals’?
‘They are all here’.
She pointed at her mobile phone and pulled out a small contraption with two enjoined cobra like tiny speakers from her bag. She connected it to the mobile and on touch of a key, mellifluous Indian dance music came gushing forth loud and clear from the phone. Karp waved her to a chair.
And where is the snake?
Yudha-san asked in anxiety and reverted to his questionnaire still going up on his screen. Obviously this question could not be in his database.
‘The snake will come when it has to, sir’.