kleptomania...

a self-confessed hypochondriac... that's me! i have imagined myself to be afflicted with the whole spectrum of ailments possible... the knowledge of being a hypochondriac doesn't really count those weeks/months... though i have 'suffered from' fatal, serious ones, i am currently doing quite well... just a bit of bipolar disorder, but other than that, everything's just hunky-dory...

except the kleptomania... i seem to have gotten into the habit of walking away with any pen that i lay my eyes on! i recently set out to clean up my handbag(that will be discussed under a different chapter..) and found i had seven pens... and none that i remembered as belonging to me... there was saini's pen that i had picked up when he forgot it at the restaurant... another that i remember belonged to the guy who sat left of me at a client location, and a couple more pens of the template-kind, supplied by the client... and others, of more untraceable origins...

my affliction might have progressed unnoticed had it not been for the morning encounter with the boss... i had a meeting early in morning and after a lot of discussions and noting down points(with the boss's pen), it was time for me to leave... i did... halfway to my desk, i realised i was still waving the pen about... though i did consider depositing it in the handy handbag, i decided to return it... i turned around to find the boss...

"here's your pen!", i exclaimed with all the innocence of the guilty...
"Oh, thanks..." and then he remembered..."did you take my first pen too??"
i was indignant! how dare he accuse me of something so unjust! and replied...

"yeah, i guess so... ", i managed...making a mental note of the origins of one of the mysterious pens in my handbag...