BOREDOM @ work # 1 : The Plant sitting on my Colleague's Desk.

There may have been a time when it could have been said that this Plant, of unknown origin, was a real beauty. It would have been a head-turner in its time, and the subject of all conversations of its opposite gender counterparts (as much as I'd like to call this plant a 'she'; its still giving me a 'he' vibe; so I'm sticking to 'it' and leaving the rest to you...)

I like to wonder the life this plant may have lead. In its days of glory; it must have surely been constantly surrounded by its loud and silent admirers alike, all watching it bloom into the young subject (I am seriously lost for words...) of their dreams. Its parents may have nurtured it with such care and seen it grow to be the pride of their tribe. They may have envisioned such dreams for their young one.

However, one thing was for sure! - this plant had seen better days before coming into the possession of my- so- unhygienic- it- is-evil colleague.


Although traces of the plant's beauty can still be observed, it is clearly past its prime. Everyday is a battle against inappropriate temperatures and unquenchable thirst. Its once green and yellow leaves are now brown and shriveled up. The tall, straight, majestic, bamboo- like stem now screams in the plight of the injustice it faces; its royal status which had been so wrongfully stripped off of its stature by deprivation of water. The plant also bears the horrific scars delivered by the tip of a blunt blue ball point pen. The soil beneath its feet was now mere dark sand and the plant was beyond the help of the other colleagues who secretly poured water in hope of keeping it alive another day.





The evil colleague just ignores the silent, yet very visible cries of injustice from the plant everyday; waiting for that day when this plant could be disposed off and another brought in its place. Maybe this is exactly what my colleague's life had become. But everyday, this once stunning plant, silently sits on her desk in a beautiful, white, ceramic vase, awaiting a slow and painful death.
(I'm still not sure if its the plant or the vase I'm drawn to; maybe both...)

But we have a plan. Not one other plant will be victimized to this torture at her hands.

Solution: We will gift her a CACTUS!