thoughts and more thoughts

We are all getting tripped up trying to think up of a good name for our company. As unreal as it seems to me, it looks like we are really going to take the plunge. What started as a joke is fast becoming a reality. Oh great! i am going to become the business-woman-of-the-year some years from now!! We are going to rake in the moolah. It sure is fun to be so ignorant of the pitfalls that wait for us on the way to success.

On a culinary high, for the first time in my life i prepared chagem pomba - one of my fave manipuri dishes. My sister came back from home loaded with things - veggies, hawaizar, soibum, nga ayaiba and whatnots. Following the instructions from mom dear on the phone, i attempted the dish and got it right!! It tastes just like the way Ema cooks it - ok, not quite like it but very, very close! Which made me very happy. The fridge is stuffed with ingredients for eromba and we are going to gorge and thrive on pure manipuri food for some days to come. Bliss!

And work. i have been toying with the idea of leaving the job - but not quite been able to cut the umblical cord. i love this project, am getting too attached to it which makes me feel i should leave. But then i worry about how things would be without me - concieted bitch that i am.

Life is so funny at times that you forget to laugh.

football, business and other unrelated things

The final of the football match. We were hoping for both of our teams to make it to the final – that would have ensured a tension-free final. But alas, the football god was not with us. Only one team made it.

Of course, i had to go to cheer the team – considering how conceited i am, it is expected of me to think the whole world would collapse if not for my benign presence. The match started and i started my shout-jump-chew dupatta-pull hair out routine. But all my cheer-leading skill was not able to make the team score. The match went into a penalty shootout. Nothing doing. Sudden death. Nothing doing. And, such is the tragedy of my life that, after hours spent screaming and generally behaving like one of the football hooligans (not to speak of frayed dupattas!), our team lost in the toss!! They actually tossed a coin to decide the winner! Can you beat that?

We actually went ahead and talked to the company whose franchisee we are planning to open. We are undecided about the name of our company. And we fought over the posts - chairman, CEO and MD. And we realised we didn't even know who was more powerful!! Ha ha..Chale teen bandar business karne!! We might become bankrupt but then, how will we ever find out if we don't try. We are now in the process of searching for a place to rent.

There is an "management" event on saturday - lunch-cocktail dinner party thingy - at one of the best clubs in the city. i got the invitation today - the MD and president of our company is going to "show" us the path - but i have told p-da that i am declining the invitation. i am just not interested in going there, trying to make an impression or listen to them drone on about what our vision, goal omuk tomuk. And that too on a weekend. No way. No brownie points for me. i might be blacklisted but i just don't care. i have decided that i don't want to go up any further up the corporate ladder - i have no patience for their high sounding words which ultimately translate into nothing. i would rather do my job well, make sure the deliverable are excellent. Nothing more. Nothing less. i have no desire to spend 12 hours cosseted with them. As i was telling SC, i have a great desire to be sacked. Even if i wanted to quit, they would try to bribe me into staying. i asked him whether i would be fired if i were to go on saturday, get drunk and start dancing on the MD's table. He said it was unlikely they would sack me even then. Oh hell. How does one get around to getting fired?

the start of a new era

SM, SC and i have decided to collaborate and start our own business. It all started off as a joke. Since SM is earning in dollars, we keep telling him to help SC and me start our own restuarant. We discarded that idea. Then we came up with the idea of starting a book store. Discarded again. Now we are thinking of owning a franchisee. We are so excited about it. Now it remains to be seen whether we can actually get this going.

Out of our two teams in the semis-one made it to the final. Hoorey!!

the ball game

Back home after cheering the team to a win in the quarter-finals.

i am not a football fan. It is a game i don't follow - i can never figure out the fouls and corner worner. i can watch cricket and tennis because i know the rules - well, the basic at least. But football - no.

There is a football league going on - for which they cancelled the word power event i was so looking forward to win. Our project fielded three teams. SC has been after me to go and watch the matches. i refused. But his nagging skills being of legendary proportion, i was forced to give in. i warned him that it was not going to be pretty - i am given to shouting my lungs out and jumping like an idiot when i go to games, even ones i don't follow! He said fine, we will shout together.

So there i was, the lone female on the football ground, screaming my lungs out -GO, GO whenever one of our team members even ventured near the ball; OHHHHH SHITTTTTT whenever a goal was missed; clutching my head in agony when the opponent scored; jumping up and down clapping like crazy when our team scored. Looking at me, you would have thought football is my life!

Today was the quater-finals. Out of our three teams, two have made it this far - no thanks to my cheering skills! There were at least some other "birds" of my feather, oops..gender today. But they were so prim and propah - they were all watching from behind the wall while yours truly climbed up a ladder to get to the ground and stood at the sidelines ready to roll up non-existent sleeves and join in should a fight break out.

i jumped, shouted, jumped and shouted, clutched head, chewed my dupatta and made such a ruckus that i think everyone was looking at me - or so i would like to believe! Inspite of my over zealous cheering, the team did not score and there was a tie-break. i cheered so loudly when the other team missed that i am scared one of them might trip me tomorrow in the office! The score stood 1-1 after three shots. And then - sudden death. When the opponent missed, you should have heard us!! And when we scored, we invaded the field. Mairi, it was fun.

The second team is going to play at around 8 - must have started now - so SC and i left. Enough cheering for one day. i threatened one of the kids that i would assign some mean task tomorrow if they lose!! i am so nice it makes me want to cry.

300

(One of my fave pictures i have sketched on iPhone.)

What does it takes to make one happy? Happiness – what is it? This emotion – how do you define it? Is it the absence of sadness? Or a state of mind when everything looks and feels good? When i say i am happy, what exactly do i mean???

So yesterday, after office, i decided to go and buy some chicken for dinner – no, not from Mac – from the neighborhood maangso (meat) shop. Then i remembered that i have less than 100 bucks with me. This thought made me so happy – ok, one more proof that i am not normal. i checked my wallet - which is pointless given that it is the last place where i put money! My bag is as unorganized as me – that is another story. Coming back to the current story, i rummaged and counted and found that i had just about enough money for the rickshaw fare and about 700g of chicken!! This made me so happy – the fact that i did not have enough money to buy even one 1kg of meat! Somehow, it made me feel so human, so happy knowing that i had to count and re-count the money to make sure i had enough.

i have decided not to go to the ATM and survive with just a few bucks. Do you think something is wrong with me – i mean, is it normal to feel this happy about not having something? You would expect the opposite. But then, i am not normal by any yardstick.

And this is my 300th post. i am old now – 300 posts old. Ancient.