Naaah its neither me ..nor my firm that’s getting outsourced!! Yu guys can stop wondering!! I have been waiting to publish this for long on my post.. lately bumped in to this movie called ‘Outsourced’ …yupeee.. I am indeed propoganding (If that’s a word) it!
I have always seen ppl especially men, categorizing movies like ‘usual suspects’ ‘pulp fiction’ ‘Butterfly effect’ ‘Silence of the lambs’ as must watch(s)/. Holy crap!! we Indians get so bound by action and psychopath’s.. Thrillers and science fiction.. that we miss out on simple, honest movies..(Wats with butterfly effect.. I still dont as hell get it!! :O) for all you guys.. out there..just go watch outsourced.. In fact I was so duh’ed at myself for having done it so late.. its funny, its subtle and such a stress buster.. I dunnot know..how the romance thingy wud be perceived tho.. !! (yu grad studs.. wun mind it anyway :D)
In simple words ..it was like ‘a holiday in goa’!!
And hey.. the hangover rox as well :-) bradley is hawtttttt!
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
The Day after!!
It was a long hectic journey..all I wanted to do was hit the heaven called madras and I literally tapassed for life to get back to normalcy. Relished the train journey as our travel neighbor was a very cute family of four with teeny kids..Playing and blinking at us occasionally with mischief in their eyes. Kids really do have the magic in them to bring a smile on yr face.
Bored and jobless for 7 odd hours..I started bugging my dad "appa .. tea venum" .... with an ushering smile he said he ll get my cup of tea @ maniachi!! 'maniachi?? Is the station called maniachi??' I bewildered.. dad went on.."Yeah it’s called vanchinathan maniachi..named after a pre independence freedom fighter called vanchinathan!!" oh!! I remarked..!! I only knew captain's vanchithan!! Lolz.. :D (Dont blame me..captain is the savior of tamilnadu..I have limited knowledge on history otherwise)
Appa went on with the story. His narration was understandably filled with gamut of emotions. His eyes sparkled with pride... maybe he was glad he had a story to tell his lil daughter of a brave tamilian. The narration had a poignant touch, loads of empathy, regret and finally disgust as appa compared him with today's politicians. Nevertheless this story needs to be shared!! I will not take much of anyone’s time & here goes appas version
'vanchinathan was a part of pre independence freedom movement and they had a plan to kill off a collector called Ashe (supposedly, presumably and understandably a brutal British big head). Vanchinathan was in the league of newly wed and yet the team decided the execution to be done by him. Without much hesitation at the age of 25, vanchinathan shot the collector when a train he travelled stopped by at maniachi and later committed suicide as he was surrounded by the escorts'!! appa went on 'Imagine..25, newly wed and yet gave his life for the nation. look at our politicians now and how they strip the nation’s wealth!!' he sighed!!
I later read some articles on him and these were vanchinathan's words. Words of power, of sacrifice and of selflessness..
"I dedicate my life as a small contribution to my motherland. I am alone responsible for this. 3000 youths of this brave country have taken an oath before mother Kali to send King George to hell once he sets his foot on our motherland. I will kill Ashe, whose arrival here is to celebrate the crowning of King George in this glorious land which was once ruled by great samrats. This I do to make them understand the fate of those who cherish the thought of enslaving this sacred land. I, as the youngest of them, wish to warn George by killing Ashe who is his sole representative and has destroyed the Swadeshi shipping company and several other freedom fighters by subjecting them to severe torture.
Vande Mataram. Vande Mataram. Vande Mataram!!"
The train stopped at maniachi.. appa choked & I knew why!! I dint want the tea now!!
Bored and jobless for 7 odd hours..I started bugging my dad "appa .. tea venum" .... with an ushering smile he said he ll get my cup of tea @ maniachi!! 'maniachi?? Is the station called maniachi??' I bewildered.. dad went on.."Yeah it’s called vanchinathan maniachi..named after a pre independence freedom fighter called vanchinathan!!" oh!! I remarked..!! I only knew captain's vanchithan!! Lolz.. :D (Dont blame me..captain is the savior of tamilnadu..I have limited knowledge on history otherwise)
Appa went on with the story. His narration was understandably filled with gamut of emotions. His eyes sparkled with pride... maybe he was glad he had a story to tell his lil daughter of a brave tamilian. The narration had a poignant touch, loads of empathy, regret and finally disgust as appa compared him with today's politicians. Nevertheless this story needs to be shared!! I will not take much of anyone’s time & here goes appas version
'vanchinathan was a part of pre independence freedom movement and they had a plan to kill off a collector called Ashe (supposedly, presumably and understandably a brutal British big head). Vanchinathan was in the league of newly wed and yet the team decided the execution to be done by him. Without much hesitation at the age of 25, vanchinathan shot the collector when a train he travelled stopped by at maniachi and later committed suicide as he was surrounded by the escorts'!! appa went on 'Imagine..25, newly wed and yet gave his life for the nation. look at our politicians now and how they strip the nation’s wealth!!' he sighed!!
I later read some articles on him and these were vanchinathan's words. Words of power, of sacrifice and of selflessness..
"I dedicate my life as a small contribution to my motherland. I am alone responsible for this. 3000 youths of this brave country have taken an oath before mother Kali to send King George to hell once he sets his foot on our motherland. I will kill Ashe, whose arrival here is to celebrate the crowning of King George in this glorious land which was once ruled by great samrats. This I do to make them understand the fate of those who cherish the thought of enslaving this sacred land. I, as the youngest of them, wish to warn George by killing Ashe who is his sole representative and has destroyed the Swadeshi shipping company and several other freedom fighters by subjecting them to severe torture.
Vande Mataram. Vande Mataram. Vande Mataram!!"
The train stopped at maniachi.. appa choked & I knew why!! I dint want the tea now!!
Monday, May 11, 2009
All about US!
It’s been exactly 12 years since I have known them. The realization of a friend according to my schizophrenic mind. My alter ego(s). Somehow these days, everyday I wake up getting annoyed (wats with me!!). Annoyed with the fact that I ve to catch by 7 20 cab.. (I want shift system arghhhhh...!) Annoyed with the fact that the food is bad at our canteen (you bet :P) annoyed that its yet another day of adhoc reporting and batch abends and annoyed that my gym closes at 7.25 PM instead of 7.30 which cripples my 2 km walk on a tread mill (wat the hell..time check ppl) l!! If there is one thing that can make my day, that keeps me going, it’s the endless babbles which we three share thru mails, messages and con calls. Yeah we gals are that jobless.
Me madhu and PS are contrasting natures. I am such a pain in their ass. Rules and sensibilities is all that I can talk about. I show zero tolerance to non-steadfastness and take great pride in being their big momma lol. Our big push over here is PS. A lil different from us as she is the only child and the most pampered. (No guesses for knowing the least coddled.. :() The dame is just like phoebe. Pretty, goofy, wonderfully weird and gleefully talks sense especially during those times when it is least expected or least endorsed :P. Finally Madhu.. juxtaposed to both me and PS ..If I am the big mommy she is this big daddy. Ask her to keep shut and she starts advising. Call her for some sensible advice and she ll crack a joke...ask her for a joke..she ll end up crying with one of her dull stories..:D but at the end of the day, she always has oodles of goodies to share! and chases time. When worst hit, can end up developing a web portal for a game of chess. this is three much! Her interests are many and hence eventually the output is haywire lol..
We three have shared 2 rs samosas and igloo ice creams in our lady birds, raced with rookie drivers in our scooty peps, and fathomed the road side police mama’s everytime we ve violated a traffic signal in our santro zing..!! abe..PS sucks in U turns..lol.. Such has been our journey. Long, bumpy, blissful, meaningful and full of warmth and we invariably belong to the same league when it comes to matters of the heart. Yes.. easily pissed and majorly egoistic in guy dealings..:D The number of movies we have watched, the sleep overs..the beach visits..our cow boy dance, the radio show, the ganguly fan club, the French classes, the combine studies and finally the guy hunt.. if not for you guys I certainly know my life would have been a holy big vaccum. They say some things in life never change. Hope our Memories stand frozen in time, future beckons us with hope, and friendship survives amidst trying times
Madhu's poem on us..it beats green day I say!! and So it goess...
For you girls - My best pals!
You give your hand when I am falling
You give faith when I lose hope
You give confidence when I get shattered
You give love when I am being cheated
You teach how to be gentle when I act rough
You teach me nuances when I see it straight
You teach neatness when I am untidy
You teach how to be strong when I feel powerless
You help me find who I am when I am lost
You help me find solution when I stand clueless
You help me stay calm on a restless day
You help me accept my mistakes with dignity
You stand by me when I am about to experiment
You stand for me when I do it wrong
You stand with me when I am in need of you
You stand in front of me as an example
- wah wah wah!!
Me madhu and PS are contrasting natures. I am such a pain in their ass. Rules and sensibilities is all that I can talk about. I show zero tolerance to non-steadfastness and take great pride in being their big momma lol. Our big push over here is PS. A lil different from us as she is the only child and the most pampered. (No guesses for knowing the least coddled.. :() The dame is just like phoebe. Pretty, goofy, wonderfully weird and gleefully talks sense especially during those times when it is least expected or least endorsed :P. Finally Madhu.. juxtaposed to both me and PS ..If I am the big mommy she is this big daddy. Ask her to keep shut and she starts advising. Call her for some sensible advice and she ll crack a joke...ask her for a joke..she ll end up crying with one of her dull stories..:D but at the end of the day, she always has oodles of goodies to share! and chases time. When worst hit, can end up developing a web portal for a game of chess. this is three much! Her interests are many and hence eventually the output is haywire lol..
We three have shared 2 rs samosas and igloo ice creams in our lady birds, raced with rookie drivers in our scooty peps, and fathomed the road side police mama’s everytime we ve violated a traffic signal in our santro zing..!! abe..PS sucks in U turns..lol.. Such has been our journey. Long, bumpy, blissful, meaningful and full of warmth and we invariably belong to the same league when it comes to matters of the heart. Yes.. easily pissed and majorly egoistic in guy dealings..:D The number of movies we have watched, the sleep overs..the beach visits..our cow boy dance, the radio show, the ganguly fan club, the French classes, the combine studies and finally the guy hunt.. if not for you guys I certainly know my life would have been a holy big vaccum. They say some things in life never change. Hope our Memories stand frozen in time, future beckons us with hope, and friendship survives amidst trying times
Madhu's poem on us..it beats green day I say!! and So it goess...
For you girls - My best pals!
You give your hand when I am falling
You give faith when I lose hope
You give confidence when I get shattered
You give love when I am being cheated
You teach how to be gentle when I act rough
You teach me nuances when I see it straight
You teach neatness when I am untidy
You teach how to be strong when I feel powerless
You help me find who I am when I am lost
You help me find solution when I stand clueless
You help me stay calm on a restless day
You help me accept my mistakes with dignity
You stand by me when I am about to experiment
You stand for me when I do it wrong
You stand with me when I am in need of you
You stand in front of me as an example
- wah wah wah!!
Monday, February 16, 2009
The day called 23rd Jan 2009
It all started when I received a call from one of my most cherished coll budd…”gal..saarang s begun.. we have sonu’s show..book the tickets soon..” Yeah SAARANG!! Brings back innumerable sweet memories…the million discussions that me and my friends have had over the years, the exclusive shopping we did just to look great for that one evening, the hopes of meeting interesting new acquintances, the virtual alarm in our head at 11PM to get back home soon enough, and finally ‘What is the time now??’ look from dad to finish off..yes I have been through these things in the past. It all happened while I was still an engineer in the making. Now all I have is a mundane corporate life. Somehow, things like these stop amusing you anymore. Still.. it was Sonu Nigam and its been two years since I thought about Saarang. So here I am frantically searching through pages of SAARANG 2009 and look!! ‘Online booking’…Cool! I reminded myself…so no more FRUIT SHOP ventures for Saarang tickets.
I have to say, of all the good things that dad has ever done, getting me a credit card was the best of all. Every weekend I thank him for that. So here I am, staring at my screen for 4 tickets and the job is done. We four were game for Fridays; show and things were all set..fair enough. Come Thursday night, and I get a call from madhu, ‘RRRRRR shall we drop it off, PS has a major production install she wont be able to make it..and cmon..you know we wont enjoy if we three cant make it. Dont you??’ Yeah I KNOW we cant! At least I cant..so I make this call to jayn and say ‘we have to find some alternative’ much to her disappointment (of course mine too)!! and the argument continues till wee hours of the day and I must say it was not pleasant. I finally get the guts to call PS and say ‘PPP (YEAH DATS HOW I REFER HER.. LOL) .. I don’t care how long your install takes, I shall wait ..just make it and we ll GO off’ ....mad again calling and asking me to pull it off on account of her sisters bday party is another story!! (I have my 1500 bucks at stake buddy! :P)
I finally get the affirmation from PS and mad..and then we realize, the so called ‘online booking’ was never meant nor created for our convenience. Yes honestly! I read (re-read??) the Instructions in BOLD which said ‘E tickets needs to be converted with actual tickets at the IIT premises on the day of the show’ what??? Between 9 – 3 ?? how the hell am I supposed to make it on the day of the show ?? Isn’t Friday a working day?? Do we have to show the credit card?? Can I send anyone else?? All these questions ran through my mind!! But most of all, I wanted to thump down the guy who wrote down this rule in his website in BOLD!! What does on-line booking mean anyway??? After finishing my damned security patch update, I had a plan In my mind..finish off my work, go to IIT..get the tickets..come back home..get dressed.. and go off again..whew!! (Now dun get started on how horrible the plan is!!) On my way, all I could do was ponder ..why dint I prefer going to fruit shop earlier!! Why did I waste 80 bucks on service charge.. why did I even think about going for a show on a working day?? Why did everyone agree to it in the first place.. why did jayn start everything with a simple call?
After aaalllllllllll (read like phoebe!! :P) the stupid formalities, I reached Saarang by 6.15…the gates would be open around 6.30..it was half past 6 and none of my friends had made it yet!! To top it all jayn never picked my call!! I was like ‘what the hell’ ..there were a couple of others along with me ..and we all had a similar expression in our faces..felt like we were waiting for an eternity at the gates of the IITM. We had this silent competition between us as to who would be greeted soon. Take your guesses, I lost it nevertheless.. Grumpy!
I also got to see one of my old friends from col with whom I am not in talking terms now.. with certain friends, its always on and off.. on and off and you never really understand why!!
My friendship with him was a similar kind. His is supposed to be a smiling face ..and yet it was missing that day as he came riding his bike..with ‘someones dead at my place’ look!! I wanted to wave at him..talk to him..but could not..circumstance dint help.. ahh who am I kidding??..I have the ATTITUDE!! So I chucked the idea. After meeting a million… mostly north Indian on lookers and my blue ‘yummy’ watch ..(yes the brand name is ‘YUMMY’ he he..) finally was relieved to see madhu at 7.15..who exclaimed ‘no one has come yet??’ all I said was ‘Lets get in… the show starts at 7.00’ soon PS and jayn followed and fortunately we all took the same bus to get in.
We were expecting, we would be the last 4 to cruise thru and was actually surprised to see batches of long queues even at 7.45. I have to define how these IITians organized the queue!! ‘Disastrous’ is the word that I am forced to use. It was like getting inside an asylum for a pre assumed three hours of fun with so many proofs that best explains why you are not willing to have fun. Irony!! 8.00 sharp we were in..struggling to find empty seats and finally had to settle for a walk way between the steps..literally!! and then the moment came. Sonu was right there.. he danced..he rocked..he bored.. it was as if he was some guy sent from a wonder land just to be nice to the audience!! Blah!! He dint impress!! Atleast not with his heroic stunts! But his voice.. man how jealous were we!!
After much dancing and head bangs, we decided to push off around 10.30 P.M and did I tell you I Lost PS mid way with whom I was actually supposed to go?? My watch showed 11’o clock and here I was.. not knowing how to hit home! Madhu and jayn were no less confused than me and we three were standing clueless like we had to solve some terrorist game plan immediately.. !! all were getting banged from our prents.. as each had to go in a different direction..ok..i thought I am taking an auto and going home..god save me from the auto-wala clad kidnapper lol!!
I buzzed my so called best friend mid-way and couldn help but show my insecurity to him. Well he asked me to get down from auto and was kind enough to take me back home ..but wait a minute.. all this dint happen w/o his half hour advice on safety which btw was grueling and which he did with ease by teaming up with my mom.. oh my god ..now I needed a break!! ..all 4 had reached home by around 12..I later learnt that PS was waiting for me near temple towers and she could not get my line and was probably blinking how she could get hold of me late night!! we then realized what a mess the evening had been with a series of non-stop mis communication..
Moral of the story: Never ever book a show on a working day. Never get a hutch phone if you want to communicate immediately. Always take a guy while you want to venture for late eve shows..sock up ‘girls night out’ drama..else we ll end up being Mind F****** …ok forget it..I want to tell it out loud and clear MIND FUCKED!!
P.S: We all vowed we ll write a story about this and whose would turn out the best!! Trust me this is one of the most refined versions of our actual adventure on the 23rd Jan..which was much intense in reality and I wanted to give my story the much needed sophistication.. !! J
I have to say, of all the good things that dad has ever done, getting me a credit card was the best of all. Every weekend I thank him for that. So here I am, staring at my screen for 4 tickets and the job is done. We four were game for Fridays; show and things were all set..fair enough. Come Thursday night, and I get a call from madhu, ‘RRRRRR shall we drop it off, PS has a major production install she wont be able to make it..and cmon..you know we wont enjoy if we three cant make it. Dont you??’ Yeah I KNOW we cant! At least I cant..so I make this call to jayn and say ‘we have to find some alternative’ much to her disappointment (of course mine too)!! and the argument continues till wee hours of the day and I must say it was not pleasant. I finally get the guts to call PS and say ‘PPP (YEAH DATS HOW I REFER HER.. LOL) .. I don’t care how long your install takes, I shall wait ..just make it and we ll GO off’ ....mad again calling and asking me to pull it off on account of her sisters bday party is another story!! (I have my 1500 bucks at stake buddy! :P)
I finally get the affirmation from PS and mad..and then we realize, the so called ‘online booking’ was never meant nor created for our convenience. Yes honestly! I read (re-read??) the Instructions in BOLD which said ‘E tickets needs to be converted with actual tickets at the IIT premises on the day of the show’ what??? Between 9 – 3 ?? how the hell am I supposed to make it on the day of the show ?? Isn’t Friday a working day?? Do we have to show the credit card?? Can I send anyone else?? All these questions ran through my mind!! But most of all, I wanted to thump down the guy who wrote down this rule in his website in BOLD!! What does on-line booking mean anyway??? After finishing my damned security patch update, I had a plan In my mind..finish off my work, go to IIT..get the tickets..come back home..get dressed.. and go off again..whew!! (Now dun get started on how horrible the plan is!!) On my way, all I could do was ponder ..why dint I prefer going to fruit shop earlier!! Why did I waste 80 bucks on service charge.. why did I even think about going for a show on a working day?? Why did everyone agree to it in the first place.. why did jayn start everything with a simple call?
After aaalllllllllll (read like phoebe!! :P) the stupid formalities, I reached Saarang by 6.15…the gates would be open around 6.30..it was half past 6 and none of my friends had made it yet!! To top it all jayn never picked my call!! I was like ‘what the hell’ ..there were a couple of others along with me ..and we all had a similar expression in our faces..felt like we were waiting for an eternity at the gates of the IITM. We had this silent competition between us as to who would be greeted soon. Take your guesses, I lost it nevertheless.. Grumpy!
I also got to see one of my old friends from col with whom I am not in talking terms now.. with certain friends, its always on and off.. on and off and you never really understand why!!
My friendship with him was a similar kind. His is supposed to be a smiling face ..and yet it was missing that day as he came riding his bike..with ‘someones dead at my place’ look!! I wanted to wave at him..talk to him..but could not..circumstance dint help.. ahh who am I kidding??..I have the ATTITUDE!! So I chucked the idea. After meeting a million… mostly north Indian on lookers and my blue ‘yummy’ watch ..(yes the brand name is ‘YUMMY’ he he..) finally was relieved to see madhu at 7.15..who exclaimed ‘no one has come yet??’ all I said was ‘Lets get in… the show starts at 7.00’ soon PS and jayn followed and fortunately we all took the same bus to get in.
We were expecting, we would be the last 4 to cruise thru and was actually surprised to see batches of long queues even at 7.45. I have to define how these IITians organized the queue!! ‘Disastrous’ is the word that I am forced to use. It was like getting inside an asylum for a pre assumed three hours of fun with so many proofs that best explains why you are not willing to have fun. Irony!! 8.00 sharp we were in..struggling to find empty seats and finally had to settle for a walk way between the steps..literally!! and then the moment came. Sonu was right there.. he danced..he rocked..he bored.. it was as if he was some guy sent from a wonder land just to be nice to the audience!! Blah!! He dint impress!! Atleast not with his heroic stunts! But his voice.. man how jealous were we!!
After much dancing and head bangs, we decided to push off around 10.30 P.M and did I tell you I Lost PS mid way with whom I was actually supposed to go?? My watch showed 11’o clock and here I was.. not knowing how to hit home! Madhu and jayn were no less confused than me and we three were standing clueless like we had to solve some terrorist game plan immediately.. !! all were getting banged from our prents.. as each had to go in a different direction..ok..i thought I am taking an auto and going home..god save me from the auto-wala clad kidnapper lol!!
I buzzed my so called best friend mid-way and couldn help but show my insecurity to him. Well he asked me to get down from auto and was kind enough to take me back home ..but wait a minute.. all this dint happen w/o his half hour advice on safety which btw was grueling and which he did with ease by teaming up with my mom.. oh my god ..now I needed a break!! ..all 4 had reached home by around 12..I later learnt that PS was waiting for me near temple towers and she could not get my line and was probably blinking how she could get hold of me late night!! we then realized what a mess the evening had been with a series of non-stop mis communication..
Moral of the story: Never ever book a show on a working day. Never get a hutch phone if you want to communicate immediately. Always take a guy while you want to venture for late eve shows..sock up ‘girls night out’ drama..else we ll end up being Mind F****** …ok forget it..I want to tell it out loud and clear MIND FUCKED!!
P.S: We all vowed we ll write a story about this and whose would turn out the best!! Trust me this is one of the most refined versions of our actual adventure on the 23rd Jan..which was much intense in reality and I wanted to give my story the much needed sophistication.. !! J
My story!!
It’s been a long time ever since I have attempted to write something err...write as in “blog” but every time I attempt, I get this apprehension that my life isn’t after all for public to view :P and here I am breaching my own code of ideology.
The last couple of moths have been majorly dry and lifeless. I look back to the days where I used to fight with time. The unending gasp for a long weekend, a break from catching my last bus at 9:45 PM, rants about how ridiculously hectic my work is and finally the peanut sized pay that I get. It was tough, but I had something to look forward to every dawn.. the challenges to meet deadlines, to attend phone calls, to have short breaks, and in the midst of all to help Dj with Wal-Mart story..whew!! Never for once I got banged from mom for not setrating my wardrobe. At Home, I got tagged as the one toiling hard at work and non one was willing to trouble me anymore, ahh forget about the weekend “help yr mom chores”
Things came to a holy end by August. Long before I got ready for my new job, I re assured myself ..this change was what I needed the most. A breather, nevertheless. Imagined big time about my new acquaintances. But trust me, It was much easier than I thought. The process of making few good friends happened within a fraction of a week. I must say I was blessed!! But give me a break, things like these should take longer ..people !! :P .. august comes to an end and my hunt for good friends was way over by now. Its been 3 months now, and I have realized Life has become too simple. I can go for work whenever I want to. Come back at 7 sharp! Run through all headlines, browse a zillion times, make phone calls aaram se..talk to my family the whole night, and hey I even get to watch F.RI.E.N.D.S in my “you tube” baby. But I am no more the troubled workaholic moron at home!! People have been waiting to load me with “responsibility” as they quote for too long. I must say the transition from being 22 to 23 is really painful. Till 22 I was told I was young and immature. Come 23 and you are in all justification become a responsible adult. Ohh how I wish I was a guy..sigh!! (P.S Guys are never assumed to be mature until they turn 27 ..now whats that about???)
There must be a silver lining to every aspect of your life .. I cant help but remember “life is a box of chocolates” from forrest gump! True!! Living through these days, the days where I have been given the gift of “time” does occasionally help me discover that I have to do something useful damn it!! I was cleaning one of my hidden junks of crap and found these tarnished charts of my 3rd grade paintings. It literally had everything that you wish you had a glimpse of.. my amateurish creation of “an apple”, “a rose” , “by the river side” …my innocent letters to my Singapore friend, and my bro’s unassuming attempt at art :P ..(P.S I MUST SAY HE IS TRULY TALENTED THAN ME..) It rekindles the need to do something useful from your part. Something which you would cherish for after you turn 30 or get married. So people who knew me for long..you would soon hear me say the same old golden words ‘I HAVE JOINED PAATU CLASSJ :)
The last couple of moths have been majorly dry and lifeless. I look back to the days where I used to fight with time. The unending gasp for a long weekend, a break from catching my last bus at 9:45 PM, rants about how ridiculously hectic my work is and finally the peanut sized pay that I get. It was tough, but I had something to look forward to every dawn.. the challenges to meet deadlines, to attend phone calls, to have short breaks, and in the midst of all to help Dj with Wal-Mart story..whew!! Never for once I got banged from mom for not setrating my wardrobe. At Home, I got tagged as the one toiling hard at work and non one was willing to trouble me anymore, ahh forget about the weekend “help yr mom chores”
Things came to a holy end by August. Long before I got ready for my new job, I re assured myself ..this change was what I needed the most. A breather, nevertheless. Imagined big time about my new acquaintances. But trust me, It was much easier than I thought. The process of making few good friends happened within a fraction of a week. I must say I was blessed!! But give me a break, things like these should take longer ..people !! :P .. august comes to an end and my hunt for good friends was way over by now. Its been 3 months now, and I have realized Life has become too simple. I can go for work whenever I want to. Come back at 7 sharp! Run through all headlines, browse a zillion times, make phone calls aaram se..talk to my family the whole night, and hey I even get to watch F.RI.E.N.D.S in my “you tube” baby. But I am no more the troubled workaholic moron at home!! People have been waiting to load me with “responsibility” as they quote for too long. I must say the transition from being 22 to 23 is really painful. Till 22 I was told I was young and immature. Come 23 and you are in all justification become a responsible adult. Ohh how I wish I was a guy..sigh!! (P.S Guys are never assumed to be mature until they turn 27 ..now whats that about???)
There must be a silver lining to every aspect of your life .. I cant help but remember “life is a box of chocolates” from forrest gump! True!! Living through these days, the days where I have been given the gift of “time” does occasionally help me discover that I have to do something useful damn it!! I was cleaning one of my hidden junks of crap and found these tarnished charts of my 3rd grade paintings. It literally had everything that you wish you had a glimpse of.. my amateurish creation of “an apple”, “a rose” , “by the river side” …my innocent letters to my Singapore friend, and my bro’s unassuming attempt at art :P ..(P.S I MUST SAY HE IS TRULY TALENTED THAN ME..) It rekindles the need to do something useful from your part. Something which you would cherish for after you turn 30 or get married. So people who knew me for long..you would soon hear me say the same old golden words ‘I HAVE JOINED PAATU CLASSJ :)
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