Wonder who I am? I am the same guy about whom the author of this blog had glorified here when I first came into his life… yes, I am the same lucky bamboo. The idiot forgot to lock his computer before going to food court for lunch. So I thought why not inform the readers about the emotional depression I am going though every day here. :’( Maybe there is a good psychologist amongst you who can guide me, or maybe there are some good human beings out there who care for me and give moral support.
Look at me! I have grown 
I was born and bought up in a nursery here in Bangalore. (Yeah, I know. He must have told you that I have been imported from China or something. That’s what the gift shop guys told him and just like every fools, he paid 130 bucks for me.) Anyways, he bought me home and I had an elaborated photoshoot session that very night. I watched as he spammed his friends online with with my gorgeous pics…ehmmm. The next day when I woke up, I found myself in a cubicle at Infosys. From the very first day I was the centre of attraction of all his colleagues. They would joke about how I would grow so tall and dense that the cubicle would turn into a jungle. I used to laugh along with them, but now I really wish i had grown as tall as a coconut tree and drop a few coconuts on his head to remind him that I am still here. People were interested to know how fast I am growing by marking my height on the whiteboard (No the whiteboard is no longer my friend now, will tell you why a bit later) and checking on me again a few days later.
Initially he took really good care of me. He would often run his fingers along my long leaves and ask me to grow up soon. I don’t think he was much worried about my growth; he was more interested in keeping me healthy and bright green all the time. After all I was the only one he could look upon in order rest his eyes after prolonged exposure to monitor screen. Way back in the gift shop I had once heard a prospective customer who was a doctor argue with his wife as to why he needed real green plants in office to rest his eyes. I wonder whether he had heard the same thing to. Oh I forgot to tell you… he even named me “Milaya” which in Russian means “Darling”. Now i really doubt he had someone else in mind when he chose that name. 
I had a neatly printed nametag with my new name in bold and a “Windows 7 Ready” emblem written below it. (Boys sometimes get geeky I guess). But I knew my sweet name tag wouldn’t last long when I heard him ask his friend over the phone whether it looks too girlish. 
Time has changed and nowadays he doesn’t spend enough time with me or care for me like before. He does water me regularly, but I need more than that. He has not touched my leafs for weeks now. Few days back he suddenly bought his hands so close to me I was overcome with emotions anticipating the same touch and care. But then his target was the stupid whiteboard where he keeps scribbling junk things about the project. Sometimes he stares at the same whiteboard trying to figure out his own handwriting. (Luckily my new friend Motorokr E6 was kind enough to take a few snapshots of me along with the stupid whiteboard which he has agreed to upload for this post). Look at the pics and you would know what I mean. Now you might say that he might probably be busy with work and stuff. You wouldn’t believe this, but I sometimes feel that my life is at threat. I suspect he is jelous because of the attention people around him are giving to me whenever they pass by the cubicle. 8-|Once he was out of office for a week without telling me (‘Gone to Mysore’, I later found out when I heard his colleagues cribbing about him. ). His friends was kind enough to water me or I would have long been dead!!! But Friday evening they forgot to water me before they went home and by the time he came back next Monday I was nearly dead. I am now studying the legal side of this incident in order to sue him for attempted murder. Any lawyers out there please drop your contact in comments section and I would give you a call after he has left for a day from the desk phone. (Even though he claims that he had asked his friends to water me regularly, I dont really trust him. Girls would agree that boys can sometimes be real greks).
Myself & Whiteboard
Someone please help me out!!! I feel lonely & left out all the time. I cant handle this emotional stress. I happen to overhear that there are some couriers on way to him which would arrive on Monday. If those are valentine’s day gifts, their very presence in the cubicle would be a threat to my existence. I really wish someone had gifted me to him on Valentine ’s Day rather than being bought from a gift shop. Someone please adopt me… technically speaking, steal me away from him. (PS: I would really prefer if my new owner is female & unmarried… cough cough). Don’t worry about stealing me from a secure campus; once you are ready let me know and I would send you detailed plan similar to MI:2. I need to take leave now since its time he would slowly stroll back after a heavy lunch. For all those who think I was selfish talking only about me in this post, I say “Save all my family members, Go green!!!” 
(Hmmm… I really wonder what ‘Go green’ means. I have heard him talk about a new banking project called Greenfield… I wonder if its related. :S )
To end with all environment activists & people with a loving heart who has been touched my sad story, drop some comments in my support. If possible give me a call to his desk phone. In case he picks up tell him that you would like to talk to ‘Milaya’. He would think you are nuts, but I am not really bothered about having nut friends. Looking forward for more care and love… until then, Dasvidaniya.
Lots of love and regards,
Milaya
a.k.a Lucky Bamboo,
Lazy guy’s Cubicle,
1st floor, Left wing, Building 53,
Infosys Technologies Limited,
Bangalore, India.
Phone: Really don’t know
Mobile: Motorokr E6 (Errr… am i supposed to give a unique number or something?)
Gotcha! Now that I have your attention, lets make it clear about the virginity I am talking about. 
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