Divyaj gets out from the meeting with his colleagues and superiors. Aimee, his colleague is back after her maternity leave. The conference room on the far left corner E11 is buzzing with boisterous laughter and inevitably the talk revolves around -- what else, babies. As Divjay somehow manages to sleep thru the meeting, and with a stack of to-do list, a few "touch base" short conversations, and back he is at his desk. The past weekend has been crazy. Nine hours of sleep in three days, late nights and lots of scrumptious liquor and continuous doses of nicotine from the smoldering joy stick have been the highlight of his weekend. How he could have used one more off day. No not "off", but "OFF", - know what I mean? Weird how an exact word can be interpreted with completely differing and different meanings; words they are, no matter how we manipulate em', one slip and the entire context changes. He wonders if only 'life' was just another word. Hey, it is - is not it? He does not even dwell on that one now, words are complicated enough. Anyways! He has had many "off" days, but what he was looking for was an "OFF" day. He knows he is complicating things with this "off -- OFF" bit within himself, but you have no idea the quagmire he is facing. Actually he is enjoying this weirdness. It's not that he did not try, but somehow today he had to meet one tiny deadline which was big enough to cancel his planned siesta. He sighs, "Oh well!" He realizes one hour of sleep for a long day at work and then some more was not a wise thing to do. He jumps off and takes the elevator to outside lobby to inhale for some much needed dose of nicotine. As he comes out with a large coffee, and tries to light a cigarette, he could not help but smile. As he looks up to the 32nd floor, he wonders if they would even recognize him. Even weirdly enough, he waves his hand, just so/because, you know. Yes, it has been this peculiar. Oh what a weekend! Contd . . .