Life-ing it up...

I was the stick insect in my school. Neighbours and relatives would keep on commenting that the poor kid seemingly got only leftovers at home. This ideal situation continued right until college. I know, lucky me! But I was too much of a nerd back then to put this into optimum usage.  It was only when I turned 18 and left my hometown, that my first local guardian in the city, a thoroughly delinquent young woman, made me aware of the fact. She also showed me the ropes of the friends-college-fun-party-boys network. At least, now I've got somewhat of an adventurous history that would need hiding from my daughter in future. Alas! the chemical reaction that changed it or let's say ruined it all was my marriage. I don't mean it in a bad way but my marriage was the definite marker if not the reason. So there I went, from a slim figure to a water buffalo. My metabolism all but died and that too a very silent death because I don't even remember hearing a sigh.         ...

I resigned. I called it quits from the best job, the best office, and the best work I was in. I'm sure there are more to come and will trump my life in T&F in more ways than one but I loved this one and I would always nurse a teeny bit of remorse about resigning. After a total of eight years of working of which five were spent in T&F, I'm now getting ready for a life at home. August 14 is going to be my last day at work, sniff! Five years of learning, mentoring, colleagues, and all the fun of office life. My biggest loss will be my awesome colleagues who have spilled out of that connotation and filled my life as dear, darling friends. I've had the craziest house parties with them, add to it evenings at the pub bitching about all and sundry. (That reminds me I could do a post on them each, that'd be so cool.) I will miss the office coffee, and the sweets and snacks deluge of every Indian holiday and non-holiday. I mean Diwali and Holi is routine but also...