Winters and Work

They both start with 'W' but are poles apart. I mean really, isn't it a herculean task to get up in a winter morning that we add on piles of extra work to this season.

Any little thing you need to do which entails contact with water also entails an extra work of heating it up. If you are not cozily snuggled up inside layers of blankets, an extra work is planning and calculating the exact ratio and line-up of clothes that you need to put on. And of course, winters mean a little extra bit of hunger, so either you cook extra, order extra or fret extra about all the added tires to your already growing paunch.

In office, I'm almost always mentally cursing someone who still feels hot enough to keep the AC on and leaves me uncomfortable and at other times dreaming about tea/coffee/vodka (take your pick) with steaming hot pakoras. The result being, I have to work extra on Friday to actually make up for the week's target which I'd spent, day-dreaming and writing mindless blog posts. (I can see that thought bubble next to your head now, which says, 'Exactly!')

Huh! that was me circa 2012 AD. Someone up there really took this post of mine to heart, and all throughout the winter of 2013 and extended winter this year 2014 around, I've kept the aforementioned Ws quite separate and happy. Really, you don't know the importance and appreciate the fun of something unless and until it's not there anymore. 

I really hate that whining little, brown a*& of mine as I spend my winter days working from home this year.

• I miss the fab winter dress-up, coats, scarves, muffs, boots, everything.
• I miss the junk food fiesta in the office.
• I miss the sutta breaks in the freezing exit staircase.
• I miss gossip sessions in the sliver of our sun-drenched office lobby. 
• I miss the drinks after office and piling on the metro ride back home.

I know I whined an entire blog post about it but I missed going to Work this Winter.