At about 4 pm on 10 April, I was sipping hot water and staring at a blank computer screen, hoping some idea would pop up while I wondered if the wax in the paper cup would give me cancer.
![The office was almost empty, the screen was blank when suddenly...Earthquake! Well, almost. Here’s what happened.](https://images.thequint.com/thequint%2F2016-04%2F4ab2b382-f064-481e-abc2-d3eee247270e%2FEarthquake_Cup_Computer.gif?auto=format%2Ccompress&fmt=webp&width=720)
The Premonition and the Tummy Wiggle
I felt this subtle movement around my midriff, which I believed had nothing to do with its tryst with rajma chawal three hours ago. I trust my midriff and so realised there was only one logical explanation.
I asked in a rather unusual falsetto, ‘Are we having an earthquake?’
It was a polite question, which was worded quite nicely, I thought.
But then the entire floor began to shake. I stood up immediately from the office chair, reiterating with mild panic that ‘I was polite’. I had to stand up also because it felt odd wiggling uncontrollably in the seated posture, like I was trying to effect a hands-free wedgie-release manoeuvre.
![The office was almost empty, the screen was blank when suddenly...Earthquake! Well, almost. Here’s what happened.](https://images.thequint.com/thequint%2F2016-04%2F238c3cbe-567e-476e-9605-b2eddc1a929e%2FWedgie_dance.gif?auto=format%2Ccompress&fmt=webp&width=720)
There were exactly ten people in the office, including yours truly. We were on the 8th floor of a 9-storied office building. Here are their percentage wise reactions.
![The office was almost empty, the screen was blank when suddenly...Earthquake! Well, almost. Here’s what happened.](https://images.thequint.com/thequint%2F2016-04%2F3c3f945e-ba75-43df-ad91-9cf2fd006c2c%2Fa%20behavioral%20study.jpg?auto=format%2Ccompress&fmt=webp&width=720)
How to Stay Calm
(Or, how to completely lose it, so it looks like you’re calm)
I wondered what I must do and suddenly it dawned on me that, unlike with rabid dogs or a grizzly or a network marketing agent (not necessarily in that order), I couldn’t outrun an earthquake. I decided I would duck under one of the many office desks, if it came to that.
This realisation calmed me to such an extent that I continued to stand beside my chair and stare at the blank, blank screen. The office, by this time, was empty.
![The office was almost empty, the screen was blank when suddenly...Earthquake! Well, almost. Here’s what happened.](https://images.thequint.com/thequint%2F2016-04%2F625694ab-4a1c-4557-8bdf-69ba8d3a4b99%2FEarthquake_desk.gif?auto=format%2Ccompress&fmt=webp&width=720)
Abject Disappointment
I thought I should record the earthquake, should my phone (and incidentally, myself) survive. And that’s when I was faced with abject disappointment. Here’s a sample video.
Look, I realize that a swaying bulb isn’t exactly awe-inspiring. But the truth is, the whole floor was Shaking like the Gareeb Rath in full throttle. It saddened me that I would be unable to convey this visually to the reader.
THIS Is What it Felt Like
![The office was almost empty, the screen was blank when suddenly...Earthquake! Well, almost. Here’s what happened.](https://images.thequint.com/thequint%2F2016-04%2Ff06f227f-ae18-4b4b-8754-801050c4958c%2FSwinging.gif?auto=format%2Ccompress&fmt=webp&width=720)
What I Learnt from My Experience
(Which made me feel good about myself)
Alone in the shaking building, I thought about taking a selfie. I resisted the idea, because I was embarrassed by the thought that the last thing I did on earth was to take a selfie. I showed hubris.
Five minutes later, the tremours subsided, and the remaining 90 percent of the staff returned. The earthquake was felt in Srinagar, Delhi and Noida. I saw a live feed of people running down the stairs and visuals of a road in Srinagar. The visuals were as banal as mine. I felt better.
Also, it finally gave me something to write about.
For actual information on the earthquake, you may want to read:
What to do when an earthquake strikes
Vikram Venkateswaran is a freelance writer, TV producer and media consultant. Headings, titles and captions are his kryptonite. He just moved to Chennai and hopes the city likes him and is nice to him.
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