“Gosh ! How I hate that wretched computer,” said the pen to the paper.
” I completely agree” squeaked the fountain pen. “At least you are used very now and then for indecipherable squiggles and scribbles and the occasional signature that needs to be appended at the end of each document.”
” O my God” shrieked the marker ” do you know how old fashioned you sound? you are completely out dated! No wonder your veins are clogged up with ink that doesn’t flow”
” Indeed ! I wonder why you guys are still on the table. Just occupying space. It’s high time you moved on” clicked the stapler not making the least attempt to hide his contempt.
“You really need a tight whack for your impertinence” admonished the ruler. “We all have our uses.”
” Yes, yes,” smirked the paper clip, ” like when was the last time you we’re used hanh ?”
” Well! If for nothing else, at least to keep the paper down while the tear off form is torn away” retorted the ruler, trying his hardest not to bend over and smack the cheeky marker .
” Oh dear, ” sighed the scented eraser, ” how I long for those days when I was very important. And I so miss my dear friend the pencil who has completely disappeared. Thank God at least I’ve not been pitched away like the other pencils which were of no use at all.”
The fountain pen, eraser, paper clip and marker tsked tsked their disappointment at being rendered stationary and longed for the good old days when they were treated like stationery.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
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