daily humdrum

The drive to office this morning was extra-ordinarily cool.Maybe it had to do with the unusual morning-freshness of my mind too cz I rose with the sun for once.My mind was still lost in yday's fun time spent at Megabowl and Spice Garden on my team outing.It was baskin in the joyful warmth of yday's memories of winning the bowling game, the romantic ambience at Spice Garden (oh boy! the couch felt empty without a special someone next to me),the aroma of good food,the gyaan I got about 'fried icecream', my manager's oh-so-sad jokes(My manager's earnest Herculean effort at humour fails miserably time and again like the spider in Robert the Bruce's story.Try try again,Mr.Manager.U have a long way to go).It was now my turn to put in some Herculean effort and drag my mind outa the warmth of this hangover right into the warmth of today's sun that was scorching bright n reminding me of the embarrassnig fact that I was again late as usual to hit the road to hell for another long day's grind.Dragged myself outa home,whizzed thru the usual parks showcasing all of nature's hues,spotted a long-haired hunk on the way,got foul-mouthed by yet another drunken rickshaw puller n finally landed at my desk (read 'my wooden bed that's just short of a decent pillow') by 7:55.Boy!that was a neat 55 mins late :)

While i got busy in the act of trying to act busy,Santosh and Sandeep buzzed to gimme a whole lota gyaan about SPJ.Poor Santosh sed he got belted in the interviews but ws glad he survived the first round.Sandeep ws hopeful though.Hope they make it.Rags passed by my desk,putting in his hackneyed comment "kabhi kabhi kaam bhi kiya karo!".Had to skip breakfast 2 talk 2 these people......not like I miss the worms on my plate anyways :) Did some general tp in my cybercafe.....stumbled upon http://in.rediff.com/news/2004/sep/18look.htm amazing talent there!Wat the heck am I doing with my veena,painting,chess,reiki n stuff!?!High time I got them kickstarted again.


After the usual hustle-bustle of daily-work n some endless cribbing about how my joblessness here has sucked my mental thought-process and creativity of whatever lil life it had,I had a few consultants' calls to attend.Changing jobs is no easy deal especially when it comes to accepting one amongst a spate of seemingly cash-draining/brain-draining offers.Got 2 mug for my test on Saturday.Miss college big time.....I would atleast have a whole junta of 50 people cribbing along with me about having to start from page 1 of 300 for tomorrow morning's test!To add to this misery, Mr.moron had to call me today n describe his awesome long drive yday which ended up being a 320-km drive,extending into a resort stay right at the top of Yelagiri.Man!!!!now that's wat I call cool........jst go when u feel like it,Dil Chaahta hai ishtyle,if u come back on the same day from ur "long drive",gud 4 ppl at home.If u come back the next day after a resort stay, good 4 u.If u don't come back at all .............well, goodbye for today dear Bloggie Buddy.Hope I have more than just daily humdrum to write about tomorrow.Will come to office in an upbeat mood,come what may!

My first blog

Whoa!Feeling damn excited about finally getting down to pen my first blog......Doesn't take much to excite this enthu cutlet, I guess :)

Was wondering why a simple thing like starting off a blog could get me so pumped up and a lil bit of soul searching followed......

There used to be a time when the kiddo me wud pen down the nice lil details of my everyday life in a neat lil diary......a young la-Annie Frank indeed.At that tender age,however, the sole purpose of penning down things in a diary was just to go by the bright write-your-daily-diary advice that mom gave me.Rewinding to those years,she was what I perceived as 'the most intelligent know-all kinda human being' n if she was telling me to scribble in a diary,wat the heck! it HAD to be a very bright idea indeed.So off I went,penning page after page everyday.I,as a kid,had a jolly good time flaunting my diary - which at that time had everything from my babble to friend-list to favourite yummies list to newspaper cutouts to homework list to small talk about the everyday happenings in school! When I could find nothing at all to write about, I'd put in a sketch for kicks just to show off later to mom that I've been updating my diary EVERY single day and get those wonderful appreciation pecks on my cheek from her :) I must also mention that one of the hidden purposes was to improve my handwriting and keep the wicked Ms.Mukta at bay.Gosh!Wat a nightmare of a teacher she was!The daemoness of my wee world used to break my knuckles and shatter her glass bangles in the process of slapping her naughty pupil.Flipping thru the pages of such wonderful memories,random musingz and yeah!sometimes the nasty things that I had penned down, gave me a free trip to the immensely enjoyable world of nostalgia......a world that would refresh my lil learnings picked up carefully and painstakingly in the years gone by,a world that would remind me of cronies who were once/are such an integral part of my life,a world that would remind me of the best and the worst of my moods,a world that would reveal the best and the worst of my attitude to the awesome goodies as well as the hum-drum of daily life......in toto, a world that I enjoyed visiting time n again.

With the passage of time,however,the appreciation pecks failed to work their magic because the now audacious me,knew I'd get em neways - diary or no diary :) The daily updates dwindled in number and some of the best and the worst events of my life,some of the best ideas that the maverick mind came up with, some of the soul-searching questions that I had and am still grappling with - they all went without a mention in my treasured diary.No solid reason to stop scribbling I guess.....any way,some things are dead n buried in the past that has gone by and it's inconsequential to dig into the 'why n how' of them anymore.College saw a smal revival of this practice but I was a big fat lazy bum by then!When I got everyday free access to a comp of my own with a free fast internet connection at this 'cyber cafe' (read 'MY OFFICE') ,i thought Id get down to writing again.......I somehow thought my life was way too interesting,way too happening to just go down to the grave without a soul knowing about the wonderful epitaph it deserved.By now, a desire to write an autobiography in the dusky years of my life had grown very strong,not to forget mentioning the concern about the handful of readers who'd pro'ly pick it up :) This brought back reminders of my diary - now a thing of the past,safely tucked away to gather dust in one of those dingy corners of my cosy room.I was fascinated with the idea of reviving the whole joie-de-vivre by writing a blog.But thanks to a few hard lessons about the big bad world,about how some people can misuse any kinda info that they know about someone,about how revealing your deepest self to a comrade could work against you at times, I remained skeptical about the whole idea of penning down wat touched me deep within.But now, I have struck the middle path again and here Iam - writing a blog, taking care to draw the lines where I should, to write about the stuff that I think is ok to share, to hide the rest with my good ol friend - the dust-gathering diary :)