The reluctant Eve

Have you been made privy to information that has no use or importance to you? That you don’t want to hear? Have your ever been that reluctant eve, made to drop in on a conversation that has nothing to do with you, you want nothing to do with. All you want is some peace and quiet, some sanity, and a universal remote to mute out, even filter out, unwanted conversations of these morons.

Sometimes I wonder why you want the world to know that your bitching about your Mother-in-law, husband and all possible in-laws. Can’t you just walk and find a private space to take your call? To top it all you come to office early, so use can use the desk phone to make personal calls and complain in your annoying voice in your native tongues.

Then there are the ones who take their private call at the desks and speak in such a way that the whole bay can hear them. Hey I don’t want to buy the house in Goa that you are trying to sell, or how you can’t get along with your parents, or how your boyfriend ain’t treating you right, or you attending because you want to make a point to that bitch. You’ve got to learn to keep something private, the bay doesn’t need to know, doesn’t want to know about your private melodramas. And I am sure you wouldn’t your private life be made public information.

And then you have those who take their client calls from their desk and insist on speaking with a jarring accent on the top of their voices. I get you want to show the world, or may be just your boss you work, but get a room, I am sure this is much to the annoyance of the poor soul on the other end. Not to forget those who take calls while parading up and down the bay.

There are those who keep their cabin doors open while they have arguments, literally calling for to be made the butt of the rumour mills. You just wished they closed the door to their cabins and have their lover’s tiff behind closed doors. You have been given a cabin make some use of it. And when there’s the important information then they close their cabin door. 

Then you have those who believe that they are the ‘IT’ crowd...  no no not the system admin walas... god forbid if your machine is down, please don’t ever call them, cause bitching and gossiping is all they are good at. They gather together to talk in loud voices (as if the world lives for their gossips), nibbling on the delicacies they bought from their trip to Paris, or Rome, Timbuktu, for all you care, discussing and giggling about their latest exploits of traveling through Europe. Yeah we get it, you guys are the privileged ones but do you have put jale pe namak... but wouldn’t we all love to rub it in the face of the less fortunate ones?

And if that’s not all, you have those who insist on talking loudly in public places, talking in their high pitch, often abrasive, coarse and abusive language, or in a sweet lovey dovey tone, making cooing (or cawing) sounds, depending on who’s on the other line. I actually pity the poor fool on the other end, cause no one would want to be on the receiving end of their tirade. They would have surely gone deaf by then.

Whatever the conversation may be please don’t make me a reluctant participant in it, an eves droppers who doesn’t want to eves drop on your conversation. I so wish they just keep me out of it. And if I am wishing I wished had a mute button or a remote just to control their conversation , or even a room where you could put all these morons together so that they talk, scream, butch, gossip, coo, or whatever absurd shit they do, to their heart’s content.