Where is all the stuff I saw last time?

So, I have no place to sleep.

What do I do?

9.32 p.m.

Thank God the power points work and I can still use the laptop.

I have decided to sleep in the kitchen. The tile floor is clean enough and the fan works. I think I should buy some furniture tomorrow after office.

What a tiring day. But I have a home.

Goodnight, Diary.

26 May 2006

8.30 p.m.

Long long day at work today.

Abhijit wanted me to double-check numbers on a spreadsheet with thirty-two pages in it. It was very boring.

Vineet, on the other hand, went for a business meeting with Abhijit to a client’s office in Nariman Point.

If only I had had work-ex before I joined Dufresne. Otherwise I am as smart as Vineet. No doubt at all.

Then a weird thing happened when I came back home today.

No, wait. First let me tell you how my morning began. So there I was sleeping like a baby on the kitchen floor when I was suddenly woken up by a loud noise. I sat up in shock and looked around. I had no idea where the noise had come from. It was loud, and I thought it sounded metallic. But I just couldn’t see a source. And then I looked at my watch and saw I was running very late indeed. So I panicked and left for work.

When I came back there was a godawful stench in the house. And it seemed to come from the kitchen.

More specifically, from the dead pigeon in the kitchen sink.

It had probably flown in through the window and now lay in a flurry of feathers, very much dead. I poked it a few times with a coat hanger to make sure. But it did not move at all.

Dead animals in the flat can be very distressing.

I immediately called up Jenson and told him what had happened. He thought about it for a while and then suggested that it might be Bansal trying to make sure I paid up the brokerage. Godfather style …

This freaked me out.

He then suggested that perhaps the flat was haunted.

I hadn’t told anyone else about the fourteen vibrating slimming sauna belt boxes but this freaked me out even more.

I immediately decided that the most important thing to do was get rid of the bird before it stank up the whole apartment. There was very little blood anywhere, just a few drops in the sink. So, I first covered my face with a bath towel to keep out the smell and then used some old newspapers to pick up the bird and its remains from the sink. I then laid it down on a few more sheets of newspapers. The idea was to carry it downstairs and bury it somewhere.

There I was, standing in my living room with a towel around my head and a dead bird in my hands, when Viral Patel walked in with what looked like the complete cast of Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi. The Patels had come to visit.