Bored Beyond Belief

Sometimes, I totally lose it. I mean really really lose it. My present state of mind is of utter boredom. I'm at work, have a copy to sub but what is it that I'm doing - writing blogs instead. Also, listening to irritating neighbours play songs at more-than-allowed audio levels. Actually, I'm also listening to songs but the volume is so low, I can barely make out the lyrics.
My interest in my work right now is zilch. I just wish this day would get over soon, so that I can go home and eat. And sleep. And watch TV. There's possibility of a mall trip tomorrow. I'm looking forward to that. Why? Obviously because shopping for no rhyme or reason cheers me up immensely. Also because apart from the clothes and other knick-knacks that that I'll end up buying, I've haso made up my mind to buy a couple of books. So what if I can get them whole lot cheaper from any of those road-side book vendors in CP? I'm so bored I actually don't care. Have money, will spend.
Anyways, the last time I was at the mall bookshop - Crosswords, I'd seen a copy of Candance Bushnell's Sex & the City. And Shantaram, not Bushnell's but the book otherwise.
Just the kind of stuff that I want to read right now. Funny, frivolous material. In fact, I'm in movie mood too but that'll just have to wait.
And there are no updates on any of the blogs that I regularly frequent. Quite disappointing, if you ask me.

Did I tell you I'd miss you?

It's amazing how friendships are formed, and how they are forgotten too! One of my dearest friend left the organisation to join somewhere else. So now, there's one reason less for me to want to come to work. I never like coming here, unless of course it's a saturday and I know that the people I want to avoid won't be there. There'd still be copious amount of work to do, but without the bottlenecks, it'd be a smooth ride.
But each day, as I would travel to work, I would ask myself: Is there anything to look forward to in office? (I'm sure there are people who would think it's bad work ethics, but believe you me, you don't know the first thing about this place. Anyways, that, is a totally different story.)
So I would think of V and smile to myself and say: Thank God!, V's going to be around.
My friend, philosopher, guide - she was the only person who saw me through this place day in and day out.
Now, however, she won't be there. And I would miss her terribly. Think I may or may not have told her so in person, but here goes, on the record.
And it's funny how we met. We obviously had no inkling that bonding over one assignment would lead to several years of friendship. V and I had been sent by our respective employers (I was interning at that time), some five years ago, for the inauguration of an art-cum-cultural hub gallery of sorts. Needless to say, the lah-di-dah of the society had descended upon the place, air-kissing and ooh-aahing.
We were totally out of this circuit. We got talking and realised that both of us hated the assignment (though she now tells me that she's savour every minute of such a pseudo event).
We kept in touch. Then when I went to work for a news channel, she was working for a newspaper in the same building. Both of us would meet up, and try and have lunch or dinner together.
But it was here, at this newspaper, that we came really close. For the past one year, I've shared all my joys and sorrow with her. And she's always been there, lending me a patient ear and a sound, pragmatic advice. I identified more with her than I did with some other people I'e known here for sometime. I hope and pray and V and I stay this way always (touchwood!)
That's because I've had my share of bad friendships. My 'best friend' of 14 years, I got to know, was saying some really horrid things about me to AS. I may have forgiven her for it, but I surely haven't forgotten. Which is why V is and hopefully, will remain special to me.