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...

I'm working from home again. The office allowed me a two-month remote working arrangement so that I could stay back and take care of my precious little gem. I'm in my bed working as M is sleeping peacefully next to me. I look at her in between my work and I start thinking that my two months are almost over and I will have to make a decision soon. I've been at home since November last year and my lifestyle has gone through a massive overhaul. Sometimes I'm raring to just get out, if nothing else than just take a metro ride to and from a coffee shop. But sometimes I'm content to loll around in my pajamas and averse to even take a stroll around the apartment complex.  No more dressing up, no eating out, no impulse shopping, no meetings or conference calls, no brainstorming or gossip with peers and subordinates but yes, a lot of good feelings, a lot of happiness, a lot of glow and a huge lot of power surge. It's amazing how I feel more confident these days and pow...

I'm bored like a poodle, I know that is as meaningless as it can sound but I'm so bored out of my brains, I cannot even seem to construct a decent sentence. I'm actually nodding with sleep in office while I think of something interesting to do (obviously apart from work). But the only thing interesting to me at this point is plain old CRIBBING and WHINING! The super awesome trips to Goa and Chakrata have just concluded and I'm down in the dumps. I hate certain situations in my life with much more fervour than I did, I find my work more mind-numbingly bore than I did, I'm weighing at least a few kilos more than I did, I'm looking several inches more plump than I did. In short, life after vacation is much more dull than it was before. If you want to envision me now, I have my eyes glued to my impending visit home, May 18 on the calendar. Thank God two weeks' worth of leave worked out. But, I'm so bored now, even the calendar and the ...

I've done it, I've subdued the monster, I've emerged victorious. I'm a survivor! Alright, I understand (and probably you do too, by now) that I got a little carried away. Well, that's not an exaggeration if you work in a publishing house and that too on an encyclopaedia. Phew! it is so liberating to have at last met all your deadlines and completed your scheduled work for a print cycle. The result is an unbelievable, work-free rest of the week. I mean, today's Friday and I don't have a-n-y scheduled work to worry for during the Durga Puja. This also means I can actually take a leave on Monday and enjoy an extended weekend. In fact, this pleasant state-of-affairs could spill on to the next week. Do you get that? THE n-e-x-t-w-e-e-k. *Yipee* *Yay* *Somersault* *pole vault* *cowboy cry* Okay, that's done, I feel better, its like I'm breathing after a long while. I'm writing this blog entry seena taan ke with no nagging worry of c...