i am turning out to be a real pain-in-the-ass senior for the kids. When i am in charge, i know they feel the pinch. But hell, i know i am doing the right thing. i have never demanded of them what i cannot or would not do. i am a casual person most of the times - i play pranks, don’t throw my weight around, not that i have much to throw but that does not mean i am less serious when it comes to work. i guess they expect to see me smiling all the time. So i guess it is a shock to them when i pull them up for their silly mistakes – which gets my blood boiling, my blood obviously has a low boiling point – or tell them off for not being disciplined enough. i do fool around in the office but i have never let my work suffer. The younger generation at work – they are driving me bitchy with their unprofessional attitude – they come in late, go for long tea breaks, and apart from a few of them, their work is sloppy, to say the least. i know i am going to be unpopular but i am going to try to change things around here – just so my blood can cool down! They are not bad kids – they just need to be shown that you can have fun and still be good at what you do. It is all about striking the right balance in life.
This reminds me of my school days. i used to be one of the naughtiest, talkative girl in school, always getting into trouble but my marks belied that. So my classmates used to think i was putting on an act of being carefree in school because they could not understand how anyone like me could top the class – i guess i was just the opposite of what they expected in a topper. My tuition teacher told my father he could not understand how someone so naughty like me could be so good at studies! i was like hell, am i supposed to be a quiet mouse just because i have brains?
My sister went home yesterday for her vacation so i am all alone. i went to see her off at the airport and she repeated the whole run-to-catch-the-flight episode – i guess this runs in my family! i went to his place (he will have another fit for not saying word ‘our place’ ) and enacted the role of a housecleaner. And i was wondering whether i was doomed to spending all my weekends cleaning up either his place or mine. M told me i have too many places i call home! Damn right.
S has been morose since morning – i was surprised that he did not start a fight with me or call me silly names just to see me fuming. When asked he told me he had a fight with his wife and she hit him with their son’s water bottle!! i was nearly in tears with laughter – god and to think i am the same person who vehemently opposed domestic violence but i know she didn’t have any malicious intent so this does not constitute domestic violence or does it? Now this has got me confused! i told him he could start a battered-husbands club.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
aur ekta post...
Conducted an interview. Interviews are such fun if you know where to look for the fun. Sometimes, it is fun to take a candidate who is too over-confident a peg or two down. But most of the time, you encounter people who are nervous and too eager to please. There have been times when i have felt bad for a candidate who cannot answer anything so i try to at least throw them an easy question or two just so that they do don’t feel disheartened.
Yesterday, i decided to clean the kitchen (instead of my wardrobe, the less daunting task of the two) and i spent almost 6 hours with a head smothered with henna scrubbing everything till the kitchen glittered. And i discovered that we can spend at least another year without buying anything – it is like we have been hoarding up on things as if a disaster was on the horizon. We have detergent, toothpaste, soap, mosquito repellent, all variety of cleaning agents (toilet, glass, floor etc etc. etc.), shampoo and whole lot of stuff that would last us nearly a lifetime!! Yah allah… We are like squirrels hoarding up for a long winter ahead.
Yesterday, i decided to clean the kitchen (instead of my wardrobe, the less daunting task of the two) and i spent almost 6 hours with a head smothered with henna scrubbing everything till the kitchen glittered. And i discovered that we can spend at least another year without buying anything – it is like we have been hoarding up on things as if a disaster was on the horizon. We have detergent, toothpaste, soap, mosquito repellent, all variety of cleaning agents (toilet, glass, floor etc etc. etc.), shampoo and whole lot of stuff that would last us nearly a lifetime!! Yah allah… We are like squirrels hoarding up for a long winter ahead.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
gadget wadget
My gadget-crazy guy wants an iPhone. Ummm. So i am looking around to see how/where i can get an unlocked version of it for him. i told him i could not understand what is so great about it – but then i am technologically retarded. For me any phone will do as long as i can talk. i had been using the oldest surviving model of Nokia (1100 or something like that) which was handed down from him. Well, most reluctantly, i had to part with it because the front casing gave away! i don’t like the new mobile i am using right now – it is shiny and ‘kat’. i am ashamed to be seen with it because it looks so fashionable! So i keep it hidden in my bag..i miss my old phone..i have been thinking of searching for a front cover for it so i can go back to using it.
Are all guys gadget-crazy? Maybe guys do need their toys even after they grow up. Ummm..Or it could be that i am an outdated dinosaur – which i am when it comes to certain things.
He likes my iPod better than his. Because mine is black and it looks damn sexy. i have used it like maybe two times after i got it as my birthday present. It had been lying unused in some corner for more than a year before i remembered it! i have mp3 player, cd-man etc all gathering dust. Maybe i don’t cherish things as much as i should. Maybe because i am not too enamored of them.
Tomorrow is a holiday. Makes me feel good knowing i can sleep in late. If i can manage to gather enough energy, i think i will go a cleaning spree tomorrow. i am thinking of revamping my wardrobe – will give away my clothes to charity. i have clothes i have bought and never worn even once! i stick to my set of favourite clothes and keep on wearing them till i can’t wear them without looking indecent! Just like i buy shoes but keep wearing just the single pair i love day in and day out!
Are all guys gadget-crazy? Maybe guys do need their toys even after they grow up. Ummm..Or it could be that i am an outdated dinosaur – which i am when it comes to certain things.
He likes my iPod better than his. Because mine is black and it looks damn sexy. i have used it like maybe two times after i got it as my birthday present. It had been lying unused in some corner for more than a year before i remembered it! i have mp3 player, cd-man etc all gathering dust. Maybe i don’t cherish things as much as i should. Maybe because i am not too enamored of them.
Tomorrow is a holiday. Makes me feel good knowing i can sleep in late. If i can manage to gather enough energy, i think i will go a cleaning spree tomorrow. i am thinking of revamping my wardrobe – will give away my clothes to charity. i have clothes i have bought and never worn even once! i stick to my set of favourite clothes and keep on wearing them till i can’t wear them without looking indecent! Just like i buy shoes but keep wearing just the single pair i love day in and day out!
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
gym-ing
Lost 91 calories on the treadmill. Gym-ing in the middle of work. S came up with the idea of going to the office gym for the evening tea session. i refused – well, for one, i am lazy and i don’t think i need to lose any weight (maybe i should opt for muscle-building exercises just so i could bash up people!). S has a paunch that makes him look like he is 6 months pregnant or so i keep telling him to irk him. S had his way or rather i let him have his way and i agreed to give him company on his make-yourself-fit journey. 30 minutes and some 90 calories later, we were both sweating – well, he sweated, i elegantly perspired! We decided we would make it a routine to go gym-ing every evening provided we don’t have any other pressing matters on hand.
My weight keeps fluctuating – while i still manage to remain underweight. i have never been one for exercises – unless it is hiking or running for a cause (or no cause). i am all too aware of the need for physical activity – exercise is not just about losing weight - but i just don’t have the desire to get up early and go for a game of basketball or a lap in the pool.
S is expecting her baby in about two weeks. She called me up yesterday night to wish me subho bijaya. She will make a good mother and i am sure her baby would be chubby and cute like her. i hope nothing goes wrong this time and she will have her bundle of joy in her arms pretty soon. She is a very nice human being – she is one of the few people i have kept in touch over the years.
My weight keeps fluctuating – while i still manage to remain underweight. i have never been one for exercises – unless it is hiking or running for a cause (or no cause). i am all too aware of the need for physical activity – exercise is not just about losing weight - but i just don’t have the desire to get up early and go for a game of basketball or a lap in the pool.
S is expecting her baby in about two weeks. She called me up yesterday night to wish me subho bijaya. She will make a good mother and i am sure her baby would be chubby and cute like her. i hope nothing goes wrong this time and she will have her bundle of joy in her arms pretty soon. She is a very nice human being – she is one of the few people i have kept in touch over the years.
Monday, October 22, 2007
back to work
i am back to work after what feels like an eon. And i have been yawning away to glory. Three weeks of afternoon siesta have taken its toll on my body – i just can’t seem to keep awake now!
And i have another one of my last-passenger-on-the-plane episodes! i was escorted to the airport by my family – i duly checked in and found i had exceeded the weight limit by 17 kgs (so much for my resolve to travel light); the guy at the counter told me he would waive 7 kgs but i would have to have extra baggage charge for 10 kgs so i said no problemo direct me to the counter and somehow he had a change of heart and waived off 17 kgs!. And then i went back for the last minute chit-chat with my family and we kept waiting for the flight announcement. You would have thought they would at least announce something like go in for security check or something.
To cut a long story short, i had to rush through security, tell the lady at the counter my plane was about to take off so could she please speed up her act and hand me my damn bag. The guy at the boarding gate asked me “Why are you so late?” and i gave him a hurried sorry and ran up the staircase. And for the nth time in my life, i was the last passenger to board the flight. This is becoming a bugging habit. My sisters told me i would not learn a lesson till i miss a flight.
i, by some miracle, managed to misread the timing of my flight once and reached the airport 10 minutes before the flight took off. Going by the rules, i should not have been allowed on that flight but the guy at the check-in counter asked them to wait for me and i was rushed through everything and caught the flight! So i guess the aviation goddess is on my side.
My office mailbox is flooded and i have decided to take the easy way out and read only mails addressed to me and sweep the rest under the carpet till i can settle down again to a peaceful existence.
Truth be told, this constant oscillation from one corner to another corner is becoming a bit too grating on the nerves. i mean, before i can unpack properly i have to pack my bags again. Well, even a gypsy deserves to settle down a bit before moving on to another pasture.
And i have another one of my last-passenger-on-the-plane episodes! i was escorted to the airport by my family – i duly checked in and found i had exceeded the weight limit by 17 kgs (so much for my resolve to travel light); the guy at the counter told me he would waive 7 kgs but i would have to have extra baggage charge for 10 kgs so i said no problemo direct me to the counter and somehow he had a change of heart and waived off 17 kgs!. And then i went back for the last minute chit-chat with my family and we kept waiting for the flight announcement. You would have thought they would at least announce something like go in for security check or something.
To cut a long story short, i had to rush through security, tell the lady at the counter my plane was about to take off so could she please speed up her act and hand me my damn bag. The guy at the boarding gate asked me “Why are you so late?” and i gave him a hurried sorry and ran up the staircase. And for the nth time in my life, i was the last passenger to board the flight. This is becoming a bugging habit. My sisters told me i would not learn a lesson till i miss a flight.
i, by some miracle, managed to misread the timing of my flight once and reached the airport 10 minutes before the flight took off. Going by the rules, i should not have been allowed on that flight but the guy at the check-in counter asked them to wait for me and i was rushed through everything and caught the flight! So i guess the aviation goddess is on my side.
My office mailbox is flooded and i have decided to take the easy way out and read only mails addressed to me and sweep the rest under the carpet till i can settle down again to a peaceful existence.
Truth be told, this constant oscillation from one corner to another corner is becoming a bit too grating on the nerves. i mean, before i can unpack properly i have to pack my bags again. Well, even a gypsy deserves to settle down a bit before moving on to another pasture.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
unknown admirers
Out of the blue, i remembered this guy who i have never talked to and don’t even remember seeing his face. i would have never known of his existence except for one thing. This happened about 2-3 years back. i was onsite for my stint and i used to frequent one of my seniors’ cubicle and indulge in sessions of adda. After i came back here, one fine day, one of my colleagues told me i left an admirer back in the land of milk and honey. Ummmm, as flattered as i was, i could not for the life of me figure out who it was. i knew it could not be someone i know for the simple reason that they would not go around announcing they admire me without telling me first (or would they?). It turned out there was a Hungarian guy who sat across my senior and he noticed i had stopped coming to visit. So he asked my senior where i was and that he likes me. He said if he had not been married he would have asked me to marry him! For many days, everyone teased me with “Dominos Pizza - Hungry kya?” (Hungry – Hungary, got the joke??).
Well, the tragedy is that i have never noticed the guy – i suffer from an acute case of selective blindness. i could pass an elephant without noticing it if i am not in the mood (in a mood for elephants??)! Anyway, the next time i went back, the guy had left. i wish i could meet him and at least tell him thanks for liking me without even knowing me!
Back when i was in school (i was going to write a girl in pigtails and i realized i never had pigtails cause my hair was always short), before my class X exams, i used to go for Science tuitions. The place was like 15 minutes working distance from my house and so i used to go by myself. And everyday, i would notice two guys walking in front of me. From my scant knowledge of boys then (notice i used the word ‘then’!), i ruled out that they were guys interested in me – well, they follow you not walk in front of you or so went my logic. At that time, there was another guy who used to follow me back from tuitions and i was desperate to dodge him and his gang of loud friends so i was not too occupied about the two guys in front. Well, one evening, the two guys were in front and as i was about to go in to my leirak, they stopped and one of them handed me a letter. i guess i panicked and i threw the letter back at him and ran as if chased by Shakti Kapoor! Looking back, i should have at least taken the letter and read it. i don’t even remember his face. God knows he must have spent minutes, if not hours, composing that letter. But i was a simple innocent girl then (notice the ‘then’ again!) and i was not too interested in guys then (“then”!).
Well, i have grown up and now i can handle admiration admirably – at least without running away!
Well, the tragedy is that i have never noticed the guy – i suffer from an acute case of selective blindness. i could pass an elephant without noticing it if i am not in the mood (in a mood for elephants??)! Anyway, the next time i went back, the guy had left. i wish i could meet him and at least tell him thanks for liking me without even knowing me!
Back when i was in school (i was going to write a girl in pigtails and i realized i never had pigtails cause my hair was always short), before my class X exams, i used to go for Science tuitions. The place was like 15 minutes working distance from my house and so i used to go by myself. And everyday, i would notice two guys walking in front of me. From my scant knowledge of boys then (notice i used the word ‘then’!), i ruled out that they were guys interested in me – well, they follow you not walk in front of you or so went my logic. At that time, there was another guy who used to follow me back from tuitions and i was desperate to dodge him and his gang of loud friends so i was not too occupied about the two guys in front. Well, one evening, the two guys were in front and as i was about to go in to my leirak, they stopped and one of them handed me a letter. i guess i panicked and i threw the letter back at him and ran as if chased by Shakti Kapoor! Looking back, i should have at least taken the letter and read it. i don’t even remember his face. God knows he must have spent minutes, if not hours, composing that letter. But i was a simple innocent girl then (notice the ‘then’ again!) and i was not too interested in guys then (“then”!).
Well, i have grown up and now i can handle admiration admirably – at least without running away!
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
to hell....
i am so frustrated with life right now - i know all dark clouds will pass and all that fucking nonsense. Right now i feel like swearing my guts out - just like that - abuse this world with the choicest of galis. Get the angst off my chest.
And why am i frustrated? i have no idea...maybe i just need a peg or two of hope or hemlock - whichever.
i need to get back to work. i need to get my neurons activated. And i need to swear...
----i think it helped. Maybe i need to swear more often. i think i am sick of being good. This is not my kind of thing - i want desperately to be bad, bitchy.......there is nothing i want more right now than to be evil.
And why am i frustrated? i have no idea...maybe i just need a peg or two of hope or hemlock - whichever.
i need to get back to work. i need to get my neurons activated. And i need to swear...
----i think it helped. Maybe i need to swear more often. i think i am sick of being good. This is not my kind of thing - i want desperately to be bad, bitchy.......there is nothing i want more right now than to be evil.
Friday, October 05, 2007
still zinda..
i managed to catch the flight and so here i am, blogging from Imphal. i literally ran from the office that day - i did manage to turnover the code - much to the amusement of the security guard. i guess he thought maybe i was running off with classified information. ummm..
Life has been dragging me along wth it. i don't know what to make of it. It has been tough going and i guess it wll only get tougher with time...i only hope i have the strength and patience to cope with it, esp. patience which, evidently, i possess little, if at all.
The slver lining is that i am learning to cook new dishes - esp. manipuri dishes and vegeterian fare. i made maroi thongba that day and everyone was gaga over it - whch made me smug as hell! i am also learning to make rotis - i can get the shape right much to my surprise. i was expecting to reproduce all the maps of the countries. But i still cannot make the rotis soft - they feel like i am eating cardboard - yuck. Though everyone has been trying to encourage me saying i am doing good for a novice. But hell, i want to get it right on the first go. His presence is a help - and irritatng at times. i guess it is his desire to make sure i don't go wrong. But sometimes, i feel it bothers on the nagging. So i keep tellng him to let me do things my way. He told me a sweet thing though - he said he wants to die before me because he does not want to live without me. Since i am an unromantic rat (rat??!! what??) i asked him "am i going to die? ". Any romantic soul would have gone like "Nahin, i want to die before you. How can i live without you? blah blah"....But me, oh i am so bloody unromantic at times that he goes "nang sidi"! But there are times when i am romantic and when the mood overtakes me, hell, no one could beat me at that.
i miss work though..i miss running after everyone to do their job - i guess the poor things will have a hard time when go back. i need to complete my appraisal - i am plannng on giving myself 5/5 on every count - on communcation skills, assetveness, i definitely deserve a 5. Interpersonal skills- umm 4.5 - i don't have the patience to deal with dumb people or to be polticaly nice and correct. Overall rating is 4.87/5! Narcisstic bitch!! Lets see what the higher ups rate me - though care two hoots about it. i am good and i know it. So there...
Chema is going to prepare chagem pomba for me...my mouth is watering. And i am thinking of making pakora thongba...Maybe i will manage to put on weight this time...
Life has been dragging me along wth it. i don't know what to make of it. It has been tough going and i guess it wll only get tougher with time...i only hope i have the strength and patience to cope with it, esp. patience which, evidently, i possess little, if at all.
The slver lining is that i am learning to cook new dishes - esp. manipuri dishes and vegeterian fare. i made maroi thongba that day and everyone was gaga over it - whch made me smug as hell! i am also learning to make rotis - i can get the shape right much to my surprise. i was expecting to reproduce all the maps of the countries. But i still cannot make the rotis soft - they feel like i am eating cardboard - yuck. Though everyone has been trying to encourage me saying i am doing good for a novice. But hell, i want to get it right on the first go. His presence is a help - and irritatng at times. i guess it is his desire to make sure i don't go wrong. But sometimes, i feel it bothers on the nagging. So i keep tellng him to let me do things my way. He told me a sweet thing though - he said he wants to die before me because he does not want to live without me. Since i am an unromantic rat (rat??!! what??) i asked him "am i going to die? ". Any romantic soul would have gone like "Nahin, i want to die before you. How can i live without you? blah blah"....But me, oh i am so bloody unromantic at times that he goes "nang sidi"! But there are times when i am romantic and when the mood overtakes me, hell, no one could beat me at that.
i miss work though..i miss running after everyone to do their job - i guess the poor things will have a hard time when go back. i need to complete my appraisal - i am plannng on giving myself 5/5 on every count - on communcation skills, assetveness, i definitely deserve a 5. Interpersonal skills- umm 4.5 - i don't have the patience to deal with dumb people or to be polticaly nice and correct. Overall rating is 4.87/5! Narcisstic bitch!! Lets see what the higher ups rate me - though care two hoots about it. i am good and i know it. So there...
Chema is going to prepare chagem pomba for me...my mouth is watering. And i am thinking of making pakora thongba...Maybe i will manage to put on weight this time...
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