Nurge

The clock struck 7 P.M. My hands wailed in stiffness, my already small eyes sunk in the black aura up and down, as my stomach acids squeaked, I had a mirage of a lip-smacking platter. Deciding to turn off my SitzFleisch mode, I quickly shut down my computer and descended to the parking space of my office.

I coerced myself propelling my scooter to start my rollercoaster ride. This is why, I practice meditation every day, not to boost my hair growth, but to stay composed amid the traffic jam where all our riders, the whistling dixies, keep buzzing their horns to reach near the traffic light hoping they will be provided with the lottery to move first when the green light is on. Unfortunately, it’s a cold day in July.

Unlike the other days, I was stuck near the traffic light that day. Generally, I see people waiting near the traffic light inching closer to it, thinking that it will cause it to change quicker. I wonder what profession they might be into. When I waited like a mere statue being aware that the chaos isn’t going to get cleared in a snap, one gentleman on my right side seemed to have mastered the art of staying mobile. He wasn’t able to stay still even for a minute. But I enjoyed his funny behavior despite the head-breaking sounds and the gaseous smoke resisting me from removing my mask.

Luckily I saw the green-ray of hope soon and headed straight to my home without breaking my pace. I had a good hot shower, and my mom fed me a warm bowl of soup and some whole-wheat toast. I entertained my brain watching a comedy series and laughed my heart out. The clock struck 10 in the night. It was time to curl under my bedsheets. Had an average sleep with my project deadlines and my autocratic boss rising red flags in my dreams.

My alarm spoke it was 6:30 A.M. the next day. With a heavy heart, I woke, had a quick and dirty shower, zipped a bowl of porridge into my stomach, my mom packed few roasted veggies, a bowl of lentils, rice for lunch, I hurriedly bid a bye to my family besides apologizing to my deities for not spending time for prayers and reached office in the nick of time. Switched on my system and my posture signaled to the CCTV cameras at my office “Sitzfleisch Mode ON till 1 P.M..” Started staring at my watch needles from 12:55 P.M. to see how long they take to hit 1. The good-sign of 1 P.M. struck my watch and when I was about to leave, my annoying boss, who is good at smell my food time, called me and informed me that I should be back from lunch ASAP for an urgent meeting. Truly, I felt 1 in my watch wasn’t a good-sign rather was a bad omen.

Stuffed my mouth with the cold lunch and joined my cold boss for the meeting, an hour-long, spitting into the wind. However, I managed to complete my task earlier than the defined deadline. Surprisingly, my boss appreciates me for my good work and confirmed my promotion officially. I was riding high, as I was the youngest employee in my office to be promoted as the Project Head.

The clock struck 7 P.M. Wanting to share the happy news with my family, I started driving energetically from the office. I was near the traffic light consecutively for the 2nd time. I kept on looking at my watch and the traffic signal for the green blink, swayed my hands continuously, drank water a couple of times, kept inching my vehicle towards the white line.

Finally, the green shower and I drove fast to my home and jumped in joy ushering the news to my family. My mom reached the kitchen to prepare yummy Gulab Jamuns on account of my career achievement. I refreshed myself and joined the celebration. We all had a hearty conversation and had a ball after a long time, and got back to bed at 10:30 P.M.

All of a sudden, in bed, I re-winded, how unusually I was in action the whole evening. I was not a statue even in the traffic jam as I generally used to be. I felt light and nourished and deeply thought about the nurge. A simple and nothing uncommon nurge, actually is an outcome of joy with a tiny story behind.

This might seem exaggerated, but, in reality, only people with a highly sedentary lifestyle could relate that Sitzfleisch isn’t ability but a curse to the desk-bound employees making their body much less mobile and tough. Even a very common nurge, isn’t a part of their everyday movements. Their lives are mechanical with countable activities. Their brains are always fogged with project deadlines. They are handicapped to give the room even for their emotions.

“Even small things make big wonders in their hearts, simply like a nurge.”

Nurge is a sniglet which means to inch closer to a traffic light thinking that will cause it to change quicker.

Note : Sniglets are words that don’t appear in a dictionary but should.