My Publicized Life

There was a time in the not too distant past, when I happened to be rather overworked. I guess that was probably my strongest opening sentence ever. Judging by the fact that it would have caused anyone who has a vague recollection of me to immediately keel over and swoon to the ground, all the while vigorously shaking their head in disbelief. But yes, miracles do occur at times. Now I can't exactly vouch for that since I haven't seen any in my short life, but I can vouch for the fact that I was overworked. Unused as I am to this concept, and not knowing how exactly to cope with all this work that was falling around me like snowflakes on a cold wintry night, I took the counsel of my friend Kalpana , who's off late made it rather a habit to be overworked. Ghastly habit if you ask me, but to each their own, I guess. Well, anyways, I took her counsel, and she advised me to give Red Bull a try. Apparently she'd used it to good effect during some of these aforementioned work-

A world of smooth grey concrete beyond the glass walls...a forbidden, mysterious land, stretched out as far as the eye can see. The lanscape punctuated by brilliant, flashy red, yellow and blue lights. A world inhabited by men and women in bright flouroscent jackets scurrying about on their business, mumbling furtively into their walkie-talkies. A bewildering array of vehicles ply here - sleek, multi-coloured buses, seemingly made partly out of glass, that run noiselessly letting people in and out of automated doors, huge white trucks that elevate their carriers high up above the ground, vehicles that seem to be nothing more than moving platforms on wheels carrying an assortment of goods, staircases on wheels, and the more ordinary vans and jeeps of all sizes. However, all of this takes a backseat to the huge, 3-storey behemoths that stand motionless in the foreground like slumbering giants, while the assortment of smaller vehicles go fussing around them, like servants getting a warrio