Snatches of technical conversation try to enter my brain, but fail miserably. An unseen acoustic barricade has been put up just before my ear and nothing can pass through, well, almost nothing. The room is nice and dark, with a subdued light emanating from the head of the room – just enough for me to see the words on the white screen. A dull monotone resonantes around me, lulling me into an undeniable, uncontrollable stupor. My eyelids dance on my eyes, a dance of power between the orbicularis muscle¹ and the levator muscle¹ – each getting contradictory messages from the brain, which evidently was not at it’s alert best.
The little bits of words that do manage to defeat the acoustics and enter my ear (and hence my brain) take on a different meaning. My mind plays witty tricks like completing the monotone’s sentences – “The other teams would be using our interfaces..”.. ‘with disasterous results’, completes my mind. I wonder if I said that aloud. The equally vacant expressions on the other faces in the room suggest not. It’s your mind, my mind tells me.
I hear a certain word multiple times – ‘middleware’. Not a good thing, for my mind wanders off into my wardrobe to pick out what to wear for the wedding the next weekend. Colors and patterns run through, forming a kaleidoscope with very high hypnotic proportions. Again, not good. I look at the speaker, seeing but not noticing, hearing but not listening. My mind does a random check once in a while to see if my eyes are indeed still open – fortunately, they are. Unfortunately, the yawns are bigger than what my lips can handle without opening up. My hand rushes to the rescue, and my poor chin finding my hand in the right place at the right moment, ends up resting itself on the hand.
And suddenly, as soon as it had started, the monotone ends. Chairs creak, legs hit the table, faces turn left and right, hoping to catch the one face that didn’t realize the distraction. ‘Any questions?’, the speaker asks. It’s a hopeless attempt, yes, but one that has to be made. A customary nod floats around the room signifying a very vehement no.
All’s well with the corporate world.