This is the part of the day I love the most. The time when I am most alone. No one to talk to, nothing to discuss, no big plans to make.

No you’ll be thinking I am a bachelor. No, you are wrong. I am divorced. Now that not the point here I was talking about. It’s about this time.

Ya, its night. And I am in bed. Lone. This is the time I love, the most. Putting my fatigue and work load in that suitcase that I am about to carry when I am off for my usual business trip. Only person I am here waiting for is, the sandman. Sooner or later he will be here. I do have the privilege of having one of the best beds and coats available. Its velvet, extremely fine and woven. I bet it feels like touching a new borns cheek. It soothes off the pressure when I keep my face on it, completely leaving myself to that bed.

Tomorrow, as any other day, is a big day. Final meeting with a client over a billion dollar deal.

The sad part of being a CFO of a blue-chip company is that you works out more with your brain than your physique, which obviously is written all over my body. My presentation’s all ready in my laptop. All I need now is a bit of sleep. That piece of the cake, I love the most.

Now I feel I hear a knock on the door and I am sure it’s the guy I’ve been waiting for. Who else? The Sandman!!!

Jesus, I never felt like this way. A calm sleep. I am sure I slept like a baby last night. Never did this happen in the last decade or so. No, I am not exaggerating. Its precisely last decade. I am sure, as I got a profile and pay bump exactly ten years back.

So, now I am awake. I need to get up and get ready for the rat race again. I still can’t figure out why my alarm didn’t ring. I trusted it more than anything or anyone. At least more than my ex wife. There must be something wrong. Whatever, I need to be up.

Now what? This can’t be. Where’s my velvet spread and bed. And where on earth am I sleeping. No way, I am sleeping on some pavement. If I trust my instincts, I am awake. But I am in dilemma. Total dilemma. I didn’t even drink last night, even a drop. So there is nothing needed to get my senses back. I am awake and sound, then what is this. I am sure; I should accept the fact that nothing is going wrong. Terribly wrong!!!

Let me pull myself up and see what’s going around. Holy Heavens!!! What I assumed is exactly correct. I am sleeping on a pavement. People are walking around me. The all seems to be in a hurry. Yeah, the rat race, which I was supposed to be a part of in few moments. I still wonder why no one’s staring at me, at least giving an eye. As, never did this happen that I am on a street and people just casually walks up.

A man, who appears every now and then on almost all financial magazine covers, isn’t he a celeb? I was. I’d rather say, I AM.

Now the next problem. I can’t get up properly. I feel like talking to myself, “Man, you are perfectly all right. You don’t need to panic. This is just one of those days. You’ve been through this a million times before. So trust your guts. Now get up and try to figure this out. “Ok. Now I accept the fact that I am not human anymore. How on earth can a human not stand on his feet? Humans are supposed to be bipeds. Now I am on four. Should I call myself a quadruped? Did I transform to a werewolf or something? First thing I want to do is to confirm what I have become. I need to be up and walk around this dirty, nasty street and get a mirror to see what I am. The question is what I am. Not who I am. Great people once said, that’s the toughest question to be answered. I bet, none of them were ever through this. This part of the life. This kind of transformation. Nahhh!!! This time is not the time to work my brain out. I need to walk.

Whatever I am, I think it’s comfortable. No one’s staring at me. No paparazzi. No autographs. No press. No media. And thank God, none of the things, to which I am slave to; my laptop, my mobile, my scheduler. I feel so light. I feel so breezy.

I have fur on my hands and legs. Not too thick. Brown fur. And I had grown nails. Not that type of nails that can be manicured. This is something different.

Ok, so now I am walking though this street. All I can see is working class people. Most of them stink actually. But the brighter side is that, they all can smile. And none are fake too. I don’t have a chance to see this often in a corp. world. They all seem to be happy with what they have. Working to make the ends meet. Glad, that makes them happy. Almost everyone carries a small bag, I am sure. That’s not a laptop or a tablet that’s in it. I feel that’s a Tiffin. They can’t afford a meal out, so this is the alternative. Anyways, they all are happy. Like someone wise once said, ‘If someone is happy by himself, let him be’. That’s not my business. At least at this point of time. So, me keeps on walking. I feel amazed, as I cannot find a single building which is finished in mirror, fine crafted mirror work. Because the street in which my office is, all I ever saw are buildings as beautiful as piece of art of Picasso or Van Gogh. Here everything’s different.

At last, I ended up standing in front of this building. This time it’s not my assumption that this building is owned by the richest guy in the street. As this is the only building where I can find a mirror. Mirror-ed walls. Oops!!! I am sure I lost my senses too. This is not a mirror finished wall or something. This is a mirror mart. Sometimes my thoughts make me ashamed of myself. Thank God I did not speak this up to anyone.

Ok!!! Now is the time to fear, panic, getting scared, I could take my heart in my hand, looking at the mirror. At this moment I wish I could be an atheist. Things could never go this wrong, unless and until the writer up above does this way. Oh Boy, I should take a deep breath to tell myself. That I am transformed into a dog. A stray do. A brown stray dog. !!!

I have to accept this fact. This truth, sooner or later.

I still can’t understand, why, how? Why me? Is this some witchery? Who did this? Or is this a dream? Whatever, I need to deal with this. As, I am not a common man.

This new life without my job, office, mansion, at least that velvet bed. God how will I take this further? I need to walk. Be lone as I am when I am in bed at night. That makes me calm. Gives me composure. I am walking now, observing around. The people, the places, the color, the smell. New things. These are all new things to me. Or am I wrong? I am wrong, I am sure. All these things were here itself. I did not notice them. I was busy. Busy with the rat race.

Now what did I earn? This dog’s life? A life on the street? Complex. The questions are complex. And the answers; complexer. If there existed a word like that.

I am roaming here and there. Nothing to do. No one to boss upon. No schedule. My official Blackberrys no more talking to me. Guiding me about my meetings and appointments. Yeah, this is weird, but somewhere. At some part of my mind I feel good. Feels like a kit, which is lost. Lost in the air. Free to go anywhere. Nothing to hold it back. The vast sky is all for me.

Should I cry on this and accept this as a curse. Or should I be in bliss, ecstasy and accept as a blessing. I don’t know yet.

What is the time now? No watch. Yeah there it is. A big clock, it’s rusty. But still it’s a clock. Serves the purpose for which it was made. Its noon. All this time I was roaming in this street. Without any purpose and reason. At least now I am working my physique out. More body and less brain. It’s comfortable. It’s comfortable to be thought free. Detached from everything. The funny part is that, once I took counseling on this, when I was burnt out. Mental stress. So this is that same counseling without any counselor and any cost. I should rejoice.

I feel the call of the nature. I want to urinate. It’s the sun, which is hard. Which is making me dehydrate. I should look for a premium hotel.

Again!!! I am being so stupid. A dog needs a hotel to urinate? “Man, accept the fact that you are a dog. A free dog. Go urinate. Anywhere. Anywhere you want. No one’s going to question your integrity.”

And there is there I can see a wall in that corner. Its garbage out there. Nothing more. Stinky, rotten garbage. I don’t need to be concerned about it. I should just go there and get my WORK done. Oh yeah!!! I am done. Feels like anything after urinating in the open air. It’s much comfortable than the toilets in the premium hotels. Now what? As I don’t have a schedule, what should I do? I should watch the people moving or should I sleep on that same pavement where I woke up?

I think I should do what I am good at. Rather best at. Thinking. I should lay on the side of this road and think. Nothing more’s there for me to do. A dog that thinks. That’s something funny. Thank God I did not loose that minimum sense of humor.

I can relate this state of my life to the life I led when I was a no one. An ordinary working class man. I did not have great thoughts. Big things that I should be concerned about. I was simple and life was easy. yes, Money and all the fortunes were not there.

Life gets complex when you have lot more than you can imagine. Or rather when depends more on the materialistic life. It gets complicated. At first we all have very less pressure, tension, panic attacks. Then we buy them. One by one. A white collar job. A mansion, which won’t let you have a sound sleep, as you are, scared who will break in [Irrelevant of the advance security measures]. A bank balance, which you should hire people to account it; account how much you have of your own. Stocks, equities, bonds. These are all magic wands that takes your from rags to riches. On the other hand eats your sleep, occupy majority of your thought process. I used to think most time, ‘Will my gold fund be on the bullish or that’s going to drop”. Money. Money and more money. In return we are paying our whole life. The recognition. That you need to keep up in public. You are celebrity, so you are supposed to have things that the public only wish to have. If any of the public gets it. Upgrade yours. You should be always above others. The ego. The pride. The card memberships. At first I was craving about cash. Physical paper money. Along the prestige, the tastes also changed. 7800CESME, 79 CLUB, ADAGIO, etcetera. Too much for a man to dream of. Before all these, life was so simple. I was never in a hurry. I could feel the fragrance of a rose bud. Enjoy the ecstatic beauty of a butterfly. But all that, I traded.

At some point of time we will think, decide; we should achieve everything in this world. Be on the top of everything. But not. At this point I can see the other side. A man, who has everything, leads a boring life. Nothings there that he wishes to achieve, nothing is there that he should work hard to buy. There are not dreams. No expectations. Only fear. Fear of loosing everything he has. Fear that he will be outrun by someone. Trust me people. I have been there, on the top. Top of everything you all could dream of. Or even beyond

Enough with the philosophy and thoughts. Now this thinker dog should dine. How much should I be aware of the words? A dog and dine? That’s too royal. Eat. Eat should be the word.

Now I want to eat. I am feeling hungry. I cannot tell my private secretary to check at where my lunch is scheduled? The Hiltons? Nah… That’s too mainstream for a dog to have lunch at The Hiltons. Let me roam and check out where I can get a mouthful. A mouthful of anything that will kill the hunger.

This restaurant looks familiar. Oh yes. This is the place I used to make fun of, when the boy from my factory goes to have lunch. Hygiene consciousness, the ambience, low costness of the meal, the ordinary waiters and the plates in which the food is served, the old wooden chairs. I should thank God that no one could recognize me. Or else those same boys will be making fun of me for having lunch here. By the usage; lunch, I mean leftovers. In the trash can that’s by the side of the sewer. It’s a bit tall. The trash can, I need to step on it with my front leg to reach into it.

Gladly this time my attire won’t be damaged. Oh yeah. I can see bones and a little meat. A part of a rotten fish, the smell. Jesus, I bet this is the best smell I had in my whole life. I couldn’t stop my salivating tongue till it cleaned it up. Yeah, it almost cleaned the whole trash can. I am happy now. A good sound sleep, a good workout, enough rest and thought process and now the lunch.

This time I am counting on my blessings than the things I don’t have or the things I want to have. Now all I need a bit of sleep. Time went by so quick. The dusk has fallen. Actually it’s not dusk, its night itself. It’s so cold. So I should crawl under some rug or some sheets. There you go. I got a sheet, it’s a sack. It doesn’t looks like my velvet sheet or bed. But at this moment this is all I want. I need to crawl inside.

I can hear a knock on the door. It’s the sandman. He ever came this early? Thank you God for all your blessings. Wish I could live this day again and again.

There is that knock again.

No!!! No!!!

That’s not a knock. That’s a beep.

Beep!!! Beep!!! Beep!!! Beep!!!

That sounds familiar. Is that my alarm? Where am I? Where’s the sack? And where on earth am I sleeping. No way, I am sleeping on the velvet sheet. If I trust my instincts, I am awake. But I am in dilemma. Total dilemma. I didn’t even drink last night, even a drop. So there is nothing needed; to get my senses back. I am awake and sound, and then what is this? And what was that? The dog day.

That day: One Day, as a Dog.