Excerpt 1 : The Build-Up

Bilal bhai,

Your security is ready, please come and collect.

Regards,

Amir

Read the email as I was monotonously surfing the Khaleej Times website recklessly sitting out of porpotion on my seat. Though bored from the being a competent non-productive individual of the organization for the past one month, the email came to me with greater relief than sorrow. I suddenly felt some adernaline rush into my veins stiffening up my muscles, twiching them to some extent, that I found myself sitting upright and taking the monitor right in my face. And then it struck me, I was finally ENROUTE TO DAS.

Yesterday, I had had a lenghty medical examination of my entire body, including samples from my urine and stool, to affirm that I am physically comptent enough to face the D(r)AS-tic challenge. I had called up my PRO to enquire the status of my security pass to which he resiliently responded in his thick arabic acsent, "If you're lucky it will be ready by tomorrow or may be day-after". Sigh! I had thought to myself. His lame efforts would buy be another day. Apparently not. His efforts were not as lame as I was hoping them to be. I might be heading to Das as early as Sunday (or as late as Monday). Well, I am going to Das eventually, be it Sunday or Monday!

Nonetheless, I have been preparing myself for quite some time now. I have been covertly making plans on how to spend my time more productively there. Das is known for its exceptional recreational facilities and even more exceptional catering facilities. Theres a gymnasium, swimming pool, outdoor sports like squash and cricket and a whole lot of other things, including an outdoor cinema. I have sorted out, though not comprehensively yet broadly, my activities besides those officially imposed onto me.

Though it does sadden me a bit, I have agreed to come to terms with it. I foresee a much greater prospect that dwells as I take up this oppurtunity. I have always felt myself to be an extremely composed-family-oriented person who would want to be with and for the family. And I believe my experience at Das would only do justice to my ideology. Besides the rather lament side-effect of going bald while staying at Das, I am looking forward to it being a fruitful experience