We were driving back from CP last night after dinner and stopped at India Gate for that customary ice cream. There was a Honda city parked right in front of the ice cream wala. They were buying a cornetto, more like some six or seven of them. The ice cream wala was a young kid, must be sixteen or so.
The driver was screaming at him over something and kept yelling for five minutes. Then, as most Delhites do to show power, pulled out his phone and called someone. For the next five minutes someone on the phone terrorized the poor kid. Eventually, to end his ordeal he gave the Honda city dude his money back.
All this for free ice cream.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Jumping out of bed
Friday is a happy day.
Once I get over the traffic that is.
Today was exhausting as usual. As much as I love Delhi in the rains, I just can't tolerate another bumpy ride back home. My favorite way to wile away time till mumma get dinner ready is to catch up on all the recorded movies.
That is when I decided to watch 'Julie & Julia' for the n th time. I absolutely love the film, cracks me up every single time. But more importantly it really fills me with hope every time I watch it. Hoping that someday, I too will find something that I absolutely love to do. And it is best articulated by Julia Child, describing her cooking classes - "I can't wait to get up every morning. I literally jump out of bed."
I can't wait to feel that way. Mumma tells me it'll come to me on its own. Yet I know I have to start looking. I don't hate the corporate world but I know there's something else out there for me. I just haven't managed to put my finger on it yet. I've been moping for the last two months, complaining about the corporate life, telling all and sundry that I was doing just about ok.
But now I'm putting a stop to that.
I know I need a deadline. I'd originally thought a year should be enough. But I've been working for four months and time really has flown. Maybe purpose doesn't reveal itself just because one has a methodical approach to finding it. I have no other way I guess.
So I'm going to start by making a list of everything that pops into my head and hopefully, I'll find something I'll jump out of bed for every morning.
Amen.
Once I get over the traffic that is.
Today was exhausting as usual. As much as I love Delhi in the rains, I just can't tolerate another bumpy ride back home. My favorite way to wile away time till mumma get dinner ready is to catch up on all the recorded movies.
That is when I decided to watch 'Julie & Julia' for the n th time. I absolutely love the film, cracks me up every single time. But more importantly it really fills me with hope every time I watch it. Hoping that someday, I too will find something that I absolutely love to do. And it is best articulated by Julia Child, describing her cooking classes - "I can't wait to get up every morning. I literally jump out of bed."
I can't wait to feel that way. Mumma tells me it'll come to me on its own. Yet I know I have to start looking. I don't hate the corporate world but I know there's something else out there for me. I just haven't managed to put my finger on it yet. I've been moping for the last two months, complaining about the corporate life, telling all and sundry that I was doing just about ok.
But now I'm putting a stop to that.
I know I need a deadline. I'd originally thought a year should be enough. But I've been working for four months and time really has flown. Maybe purpose doesn't reveal itself just because one has a methodical approach to finding it. I have no other way I guess.
So I'm going to start by making a list of everything that pops into my head and hopefully, I'll find something I'll jump out of bed for every morning.
Amen.
Roger Federer
This blog has been alive for close to four years and I've never ever written a single post completely dedicated to Him.
I'd planned to write this post right after the French Open final but then I figured I'd wait till Wimbledon. That obviously didn't go too well.
So this one is right after his thirtieth birthday.
Happy birthday Roger.
With this birthday, a deadline I've hung on to since I was fifteen also expired. I spent most of school/ college nursing the ambition of someday being his wife.
"When I'll be 22, he'll only be 29"
*sigh*
But yes we've come a long way. I don't remember the first time I saw him play. Originally he was the other Swiss for me. But after a while I just couldn't take Hingis getting slaughtered by the Williams' on a regular basis.
And then the obsession began.
I've cried after many a Grand Slam heart breaks, stolen Sports Stars from the library (thank you Krishanu!), changed the channel every time he lost a point, got back a bundle of newspapers in German from Switzerland after he won the French Open and insisted on buying the men's vogue because he was on the cover.
I love his story and he really has been an inspiration all these years. Things haven't gone so well this year but I love the fact that he refuses to believe he hasn't got it in him anymore. I believe him.
Here's to the Olympics and Wimbledon 2012.
I'd planned to write this post right after the French Open final but then I figured I'd wait till Wimbledon. That obviously didn't go too well.
So this one is right after his thirtieth birthday.
Happy birthday Roger.
With this birthday, a deadline I've hung on to since I was fifteen also expired. I spent most of school/ college nursing the ambition of someday being his wife.
"When I'll be 22, he'll only be 29"
*sigh*
But yes we've come a long way. I don't remember the first time I saw him play. Originally he was the other Swiss for me. But after a while I just couldn't take Hingis getting slaughtered by the Williams' on a regular basis.
And then the obsession began.
I've cried after many a Grand Slam heart breaks, stolen Sports Stars from the library (thank you Krishanu!), changed the channel every time he lost a point, got back a bundle of newspapers in German from Switzerland after he won the French Open and insisted on buying the men's vogue because he was on the cover.
I love his story and he really has been an inspiration all these years. Things haven't gone so well this year but I love the fact that he refuses to believe he hasn't got it in him anymore. I believe him.
Here's to the Olympics and Wimbledon 2012.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Just one of those days
Trust Mumma to bring a smile to my face.
"Beta always remember one thing in life, no matter what you do, you can never choose your boss or your in-laws.
Amen.
"Beta always remember one thing in life, no matter what you do, you can never choose your boss or your in-laws.
Amen.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Living the corporate life
January 21, 2011
March 16, 2011
April 24, 2011
It has been more than four months since the result, two months since I got back to work and a month since I shifted to Gurgaon. Just two months and I already seem to have been sucked into the tornado that is the corporate world. So much was to be written but now those moments have passed and some blog posts lost forever.
As rack my brain for meaningful lines, I really am drawing a blank.
So much has suddenly changed, not that I'm complaining. I'm finally discovering what it means to live without the parents and even though I now don't stay under the same roof as them, it never really feels like I'm far away.
Getting used to all the protocol at work has been a little tougher. I detest having to use Arial size ten EVERYWHERE! I miss excel and all those numbers. My Libran scale is at it tipsiest best. Most mondays are spent in mourning of the weekend, a double whammy since I keep thinking about leaving home as well as the impending week ahead.
Thankfully, just the fact that Ankita is so close by makes me smile :)
Discovering Gurgaon is the other chapter unraveling, even though it currently only involves getting to see all the malls around.
Some days are spent dreaming of holidays. I've looked up Rio, Cambodia and Turkey till now, making me realise that a LOT needs to be saved if I intend to get to any of these places soon.
I'm ending this post with a promise to write more soon.
March 16, 2011
April 24, 2011
It has been more than four months since the result, two months since I got back to work and a month since I shifted to Gurgaon. Just two months and I already seem to have been sucked into the tornado that is the corporate world. So much was to be written but now those moments have passed and some blog posts lost forever.
As rack my brain for meaningful lines, I really am drawing a blank.
So much has suddenly changed, not that I'm complaining. I'm finally discovering what it means to live without the parents and even though I now don't stay under the same roof as them, it never really feels like I'm far away.
Getting used to all the protocol at work has been a little tougher. I detest having to use Arial size ten EVERYWHERE! I miss excel and all those numbers. My Libran scale is at it tipsiest best. Most mondays are spent in mourning of the weekend, a double whammy since I keep thinking about leaving home as well as the impending week ahead.
Thankfully, just the fact that Ankita is so close by makes me smile :)
Discovering Gurgaon is the other chapter unraveling, even though it currently only involves getting to see all the malls around.
Some days are spent dreaming of holidays. I've looked up Rio, Cambodia and Turkey till now, making me realise that a LOT needs to be saved if I intend to get to any of these places soon.
I'm ending this post with a promise to write more soon.
Sunday, March 06, 2011
Of Notions Destroyed And Some More...
GMCS
February 8th - February 25th, 2011
This one's been due for just over a week now.
For the longest time I'd pride myself in the fact that I didn't have a lot of close friends doing CA. It gave me this sense of exclusivity. The hooligans in class only intensified my belief.
So obviously I wasn't looking forward to spending fifteen full days with qualified/aspiring accountants holed up in some random bhawan at ITO. But boy was I wrong.
Not only did I manage to survive the course but I also managed to brutally destroy notions that I've held on to for close to four whole years.
To be honest I eyed everyone a little suspiciously the first two days. Making mental notes of how weird everyone was (no offence, you guys!). But through the games and discussions, the endless photo sessions, the forever lasting game of dumb charades and doodles that still need to be scanned, I met some wonderful people.
It really has been an awesome two weeks. And yes, more importantly it has once again taught me not to judge. For if I really had, I would be missing out on some great people in my life.
So here's to the car rides, the obsession with cocoberry, the lunch lines with women's reservation, the shady song singing and a whole lot more.
See you all soon!
February 8th - February 25th, 2011
This one's been due for just over a week now.
For the longest time I'd pride myself in the fact that I didn't have a lot of close friends doing CA. It gave me this sense of exclusivity. The hooligans in class only intensified my belief.
So obviously I wasn't looking forward to spending fifteen full days with qualified/aspiring accountants holed up in some random bhawan at ITO. But boy was I wrong.
Not only did I manage to survive the course but I also managed to brutally destroy notions that I've held on to for close to four whole years.
To be honest I eyed everyone a little suspiciously the first two days. Making mental notes of how weird everyone was (no offence, you guys!). But through the games and discussions, the endless photo sessions, the forever lasting game of dumb charades and doodles that still need to be scanned, I met some wonderful people.
It really has been an awesome two weeks. And yes, more importantly it has once again taught me not to judge. For if I really had, I would be missing out on some great people in my life.
So here's to the car rides, the obsession with cocoberry, the lunch lines with women's reservation, the shady song singing and a whole lot more.
See you all soon!
Friday, February 04, 2011
Karol Bagh. Take Two
June, 2008.
That's the last time I went to work in Karol Bagh. Two whole summers I spent walking the streets, trying to make my way through the hoards of people that descend on Pusa Road everyday.
That summer was also when I fell in love with balance sheets again. As much as I was thankful for that experience, I prayed I'd never have to work their again.
Today I went back. I was very apprehensive when papa suggested it, scared that no one at the office would recognize me. But I couldn't convince him to just send the mithai. So I went.
It was nothing short of surreal. Even though it's probably not possible, it seemed like a LOT more people!
The street looked completely different. A new hotel and new bank branch made it hard for me to locate the office. But I found the staircase at the back. The same guard, the same expression-less secretary on the second floor and the same office. As if time had really not changed anything here.
Thankfully, everyone remembered me and the conversations were not in the least bit awkward.
I will always remember Karol Bagh. For the insane heat and the almost non existent AC, for the pigeon hole offices, for the pink sports car that is still parked opposite office and for the people who really welcomed me then and today :)
That's the last time I went to work in Karol Bagh. Two whole summers I spent walking the streets, trying to make my way through the hoards of people that descend on Pusa Road everyday.
That summer was also when I fell in love with balance sheets again. As much as I was thankful for that experience, I prayed I'd never have to work their again.
Today I went back. I was very apprehensive when papa suggested it, scared that no one at the office would recognize me. But I couldn't convince him to just send the mithai. So I went.
It was nothing short of surreal. Even though it's probably not possible, it seemed like a LOT more people!
The street looked completely different. A new hotel and new bank branch made it hard for me to locate the office. But I found the staircase at the back. The same guard, the same expression-less secretary on the second floor and the same office. As if time had really not changed anything here.
Thankfully, everyone remembered me and the conversations were not in the least bit awkward.
I will always remember Karol Bagh. For the insane heat and the almost non existent AC, for the pigeon hole offices, for the pink sports car that is still parked opposite office and for the people who really welcomed me then and today :)
Friday, January 28, 2011
Chronicles of the lazy bum
It has been a week since the twenty first.
More dramatically put, the biggest sub plot of my life got a befitting end a week ago.
But this post is not about the result or the celebrations thereafter or even the million thank yous that really need to be said.
It's about the new side of me that these holidays have made me discover. I've never been this free. Never since school ended have I got this much free time on my hands. I have to admit, I've loved every moment of it. I'm truly dreading the end of my afternoon nap cycle and the twelve hour sleep patterns.
The laziness had also meant the slow death of this blog, which hopefully I'll try and amend soon.
I've been trying to get some reading done the last couple of days but being lazy has really become a lifestyle for me. I get nothing done and I don't seem to mind it either. Hopefully, the brain wouldn't protest too much when the time comes. But till then I intend to fully enjoy the last couple of weeks/days left.
Or as Saumya puts it
" Have fun ya. The next time we'll get long break like this will be when we're pregnant."
More dramatically put, the biggest sub plot of my life got a befitting end a week ago.
But this post is not about the result or the celebrations thereafter or even the million thank yous that really need to be said.
It's about the new side of me that these holidays have made me discover. I've never been this free. Never since school ended have I got this much free time on my hands. I have to admit, I've loved every moment of it. I'm truly dreading the end of my afternoon nap cycle and the twelve hour sleep patterns.
The laziness had also meant the slow death of this blog, which hopefully I'll try and amend soon.
I've been trying to get some reading done the last couple of days but being lazy has really become a lifestyle for me. I get nothing done and I don't seem to mind it either. Hopefully, the brain wouldn't protest too much when the time comes. But till then I intend to fully enjoy the last couple of weeks/days left.
Or as Saumya puts it
" Have fun ya. The next time we'll get long break like this will be when we're pregnant."
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