Bored

Bored to death, even death is bored,
Tried to sleep but loudly snored,
Awoken by the neighbor on phone,
Glared at him to leave me alone.

Silence at last, just the a/c humming,
Wait for the sleep, but sleep is not coming,
Look at the watch it doesn’t seem to work,
For seemingly an hour now, the minute's hand doesn’t jerk.

Open the communicator to see who is online,
Just the team lead, who was here at nine,
Click close the window and push myself into the screen,
Trying to make sense, of these programs long and mean.

Another error, severe this time,
Makes me worried, as if a heinous crime,
Look for the geek to come and resolve,
But in the hour of need he did dissolve.

Back to the communicator, searching for friends,
With similar predicament at their ends,
Found one, then one too many,
All seem to have this boredom, very funny.

All have tried, as I find out,
To sleep, to relax but ended up wound out,
Bye byes shared, ended the talk,
Looked grudgingly back at the clock.

Hurray! Time for lunch!
Jump out of the seat and off to the café to munch,
On salty cake and bland curry,
On moist rice, made in a hurry.

Back to desk, back to the hell,
Must grind again, without talk or tell,
Check the pay slip for the umpteenth time,
It’s still the same, hasn’t even gone up a dime.

Pulled out of my reverie by the Lead,
Demanding the work status, (as per their creed),
DB2 down, Loadlib invalid,
I try to lie, keeping my face placid.

That has done the trick, and he is back,
To his seat, sitting with a slack,
He has no work, still makes 6.5 lac,
How he must spend, hard to keep track.

Boiling in envy, roiling in boredom,
I look back to the screen,
Not to work but to know the time, I mean,
Blank it has become, stupid screen saver unclean.

Time is now 4,
Excitement to the core,
Time for snooker, time for fun,
Turn to run but stare at a gun.

Lead is back, saying “DB2 is up!”
“Until you get the result, don’t get up!”
***** I mutter, and sit back down,
Bang my head on the desk and frown.

Try to work, but the clock stares at me,
It is now 6, time to leave, finally!
Guilty I look at the code,
“Will look at it tomorrow”, so thinking I leave for the abode.

The next day I come late,
By 30 minutes, a record unbroken till date,
Grudgingly I take my seat and open the code stored,
Only to realize that I am bored to death, even death is bored.