20 minutes of freedom

Freedom! - wow! when i hear that word i actually can feel my lungs pumping fresh oxygen and energy soar into my system. blood rising to my cheeks and bliss reigning my world ! wondering why ? well folks .. ask a beggar what money means to him , ask a dying man what life means to him... ask a prisoner what freedom means to him or even her for that matter .. makes no difference coz the writer of this article ( which is a direct outpour of the outcome of the strangulation of personal freedom ) happens to be a helpless and hapless female caught in the throes of an unexplicable pain .. maybe even worse than what a woman in labour goes through .. the pain of being asked to work in the same cabin as her boss.. sigh! what a huge sentence . but well.. when one is confronted with a life-threatening issue such as this, one's language flourish goes overboard and its but natural that never ending sentences like this one emerge , anyway .. enough of blah blah ! lest the gravity of the issue gets downplayed. So .. talking of freedom or should i say the lack of it .. sitting in the same workplace as the boss and having him observe every little move of yours.. not to mention the constant peeping into your monitor screen .. now this is what i would call as sending one to the gallows . The pain and torture that goes with the prospect of one being conscious of every move ( what would he say .. what would he think ooof! ) every single move ... whether its an innocent gesture like making a romantic call to your hubby , or an urgent calling like visiting the loo ... or just a jolly good chit chat with your friends and colleagues close to your heart on messenger or a mail to a close buddy or a fleeting visit to the orkut site .. or just downloading your favourite music, catching up with the happenings in the world or .. like an angel drifting into a sweet and innocent slumber .. every cough, every hiccup every sneeze ..oh boy! what a drastic invasion into one's privacy ?? By the way that rings a bell.. did I hear someone say that in the US of the A, there is a law against invasion of privacy ?? which means.. I can actually sue my boss for invading into my privacy .. wow! how heavenly does that sound! Omigosh! .. knock knock .. my reason and logical brain brings me back to reality and says " woman! wake up and face the ground reality .. you are in a remote village of India called xxxx reporting to Mr. XXXX whose GK is a little on the lower side and is most certainly not aware of invasion of privacy laws ! Anyway that is an unwarranted diversion or should I say .. an empty dream so let me leave it at that.Coming back to what we started with .. the title .. the 20 minutes .. what the 20 minutes signify .. the 20 minutes which acts as the oxygen tank for this helpless author , the 20 minutes when if she wasnt a professional or had not been bound by the laws of decency would have made her jump with joy , scream at the top of her voice and proclaim to the world sample the taste of freedom or perhaps barge into the middle of the road, stop the traffic , perch atop the bonnet of a car and do a salsa right there ! Those 20 minutes ..when life shows sparks of bliss, when the air smells beautiful and the whole ambience radiates freedom . The 20 minutes spent on the petty shop across the road , holding a tea cup in hand sipping and savoring the fluid like it was gods own drink under the comforting shade of the large banyan tree , fellow humans around ..all of them sipping the fluid and discussing local politics. Is this what is known as heaven? Fellow human beings, my own kith and kin, strangers but bonding together because we stand under the same tree, sipping the same fluid and discussing the same politics.. the authors heart leaps out, swells with something called universal love and feels connected with the others around .. and an unexplainable feeling of fellowship arises. Suddenly the world turns beautiful and an unknown happiness fills the system. What is even more blissful is the fact that the accompanying jing bang of like-minded friends , their cheer, their chirpiness and their most favored company indeed adds a jewel to that crown of happiness and makes life even more beautiful .. The most important thing of all- the absence of one character THE BOSS.So 20 minutes it is.. a celebration of freedom or rather the celebration of life itself when one feels normal one feels Ok , one feels perfectly sane and sensible .. one feels human! Wish those 20 minutes could just flow and flow into eternity and ever remain the dream that lingers .. but wait.. reality strikes hard .. the countdown starts , the whole system revolts when one is pushed again into the cell.. custom made for the author ..The prison cell with the worst company one could dream of- THE BOSS. Well sometimes reality stinks but facts are facts .. u gotta live with them.. the author accepts this fact with the hope that the blissful 20 minutes will come again .. the next day and the next and the next! Those 20 minutes make life livable and those 20 minutes act as the much need boost.. for the remaining 7 hours of pain. 20 minutes- breathing free only to be strangulated again for the next 7 hours ! Life runs on hope ! The 20 minutes will be a part of the authors professional life ..perhaps ever. ! but yes God is indeed benevolent! Though he damns people to hell, he does show a glimpse of heaven at least for 20 minutes a day .. Life is indeed beautiful!