Understanding Excitement, Daydreaming and Uncertainity

I sat in the cabin of a man with a distracting belly who kept talking about a passion.

I must have been floating in and out of the conversation, but kept the animation alive with the 'head bob'. I find this a remarkably effective tool while indulging in selective hearing - which is a nice way of saying that someone only listens to what they want to hear. It also works extremely well when its clearly a one way conversation and only a passive audience is required. All I had to do was blink to show signs of acknowledgement.

The room was shrouded with media and marketing books which spoke of themes like  "Positioning: The Battle for Your Mind", "Influence, The Psychology of Persuation", "Blink: The Power Of Thinking Without Thinking". Stashed in between then were wine bottles staring back at me. They seemed to mouth "Drink Me". My eyes glazed over and wandered to the space I occupied in a place that looked like an Operation Theatre.

Everything was too white - white walls, white tables, white blinds, white tubelights. I could almost smell the disinfectant. Jelly Belly anyway seemed to be conducting an autopsey of sorts.

"So welcome to suxaM", snapped me out of my reverie. I smiled and mumbled a bunch of 'thank you's' and 'yes's'. I was goaded into a space where I was greeted with questions like "Where have you done your MBA from?", "What caste are you?", "So you must be great at numbers?, "How come suxaM?".

After the 'passion' harangue and self induced intoxication - I felt like a speck, lost in the the vastness of white, being observed by a superior, combined and more powerful force. The white hurting my eyes and each word at a decibel higher than the other.
 
 I was speechless - left wishing for a kind, smiling, dependable face.