It is quite night or evening outside in full moon, just how it feels like the night is illuminated so brightly that the stars from galactic distance can be clearly seen without any disruption. Maybe the night is so much shiny but the lives living under the night sky is dull, gloomy, running for living the life.
The traffic is so noisy and disarray any infant can loss the power of hearing as well as a fully grown man. The traffic starts from 6pm but now is 9pm. A black Maruti Suzuki car having a scratch on the front door is so visible in the moonlit that it can be seen from the opposite lane running with hundred kilometer per hour speed. The scratch seems like it happened few times ago. A pale young boy is driving the car. He seems so much reluctant to stay in the traffic. He seems to be upset with the traffic like he feels hurry to go to his destination. He measured the total distance that he came in three hours finding that he came only a mile.
Suddenly the traffic goes off and the transports start to ply through. The boy gets a relief from the jam and calm himself by saying, " It will take only a time to reach my apartment. Then I will do what I have to achieve the success that I always wanted to achieve. I will unleash my potential so that no one can beat me in the competition." Driving for at least 30minutes, he reached near a skyscraper having a height of 120 meters having 30 stories.
He just parks his car in the parking zone of the building. He hurriedly leaves the car and shuts the door that three men and one woman standing in the parking plot gets frightened by sudden sound. They feel like hammering the steel starts just beside their ears without any caution. One of them, standing beside a pillar with a bag enough big to engulf half of him rebuke him, "Hey, Alex! Why are you so furious today? Did you fight today again with that gang to achieve your formula?"
Ignoring the question like he did not know him and never met him in life, he went to elevator portion for taking elevator.
"Whatever I got the formula or not, what is bothering him!" thinking in his own mind, he is curious about some thing that is bothering him but couldn't understand that. Something suspicious is knocking in his head to think but he just ignores it. However he doesn't give much importance to that matter.
There he meets with one of his colleagues living in the same apartment under him. He hurriedly is pressing the elevator button like he is going to crush the button just by pressing with hand. Seeing this, his colleague gets really blushed at his behavior. He knows Alex from the starting date of Alex in the office.
When he first met him in the office, Alex was trying to solve a problem that was creating problems in the software. After leaving no stones unturned for consistently three hours he succeeded solving the problem. For the last one week he found Alex baffling and meeting with none and answering the question in short terms confused everyone in the office.
He finds Alex holding a bag so tightly like something is kept in the dark-cyan bag with a black ribbon handle beyond price. Bag is made of soft wool covering his waist perfectly, designed so casually, having only a watermark in the lower-right corner part of the bag can hardly be seen because of the index finger running over the watermark. He recalls that this bag is given to him by someone very treasured to him but who that person is never known to him.
Alex hurriedly enters into the elevator as soon as it comes down. He enters as soon as the people on the elevator leave. He presses the 27 button so many it becomes uncountable at that time and presses the closing button. He was sweating so heavily like he is going through serious pressure. He is swiping his fingers so fast it feels cringe to everyone.
Suddenly he comes to life hearing a question from his colleague, " What happened? Are you in serious trouble?"
"Nothing, nothing, nothing"
But it is crystal clear from his answer that he is so much pressurized. Ignoring his answer his colleague said, "Do you need any help?"
"No, No, No"
Every time when the elevator stops at every floor Alex becomes very much annoyed. As like he wants to go to his floor in a second immediately. But whoever enters into the elevator they get surprised at Alex for his tremendous change in his behavior. Most of them ask the same questions repeatedly, "What happened to you, man?"
Every time hearing the same questions he gets annoyed. He is telling himself," No I am not a man! No I am not a man! I am still a boy! A boy! No I am not a boy or a man! A robot! A robot! A robot which doesn't have any emotion, feeling, sympathy that just carries the orders, self-hatred in his mind without uttering any vocal. Every time I am treated like I am the main culprit and others are sufferer. I am the cause of their pangs and pains. Whatever I tell them no one will believe me what I am going through now this moment."
Finally after waiting for four minutes, diving in his own thoughts, he finally reaches to his compartment's door. He is forcefully pushing the door without unlocking like he is going to break the door anytime. The voice from his cracking the door is so harsh and loud that people living beside his room just comes to see what is happening outside the room. They find Alex opening his room. Trying for several times incessantly in a rush he manages to open the door to enter in his compartment.
Bang Bang! Bang Bang!
He drops his bag so loudly that will shock people living under his bedroom. The element kept inside his bag may get scratched for this. He sits down in his desk without changing his office dress. He is wearing a black blazer over a white shirt covering the buttons with a thick black tie and a silky dark berry blue looking like filled with air bumping like a balloon and the pocket on the left side is torn apart, to be called a baggy trouser.
He is forcefully chaining his bag get out the laptop from the bag, like he is going to demolish the laptop. He gives the password and signs in a website.