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April 30 Changing ThemeHello loyal followers of my blog
Due to incessant complaints from you all regarding the awfully jaundiced look of my blog, i am changing the theme. Hope this one is more pleasant on your eyes.
Now for my defense, the yellow did not look so jarring on my laptop. But i do emapthise with those of you subjected to the blinding avatar of the same yellow. Happy reading. Keep the comments and messages coming April 20 Growing SmallI had been a happy go lucky child, who believed she could conquer the world if needed. I was also so content with myself that I did not feel the need to conquer the world. In short it was bliss. But the occasional warning against being “over confident” added to the taxing process of growing up, slowly eroded away the confidence and content.
Growing up is a slow process of degradation- of principles, morals and confidence. As a kid I always identified myself with the knight in the shining armor or the do-gooder of the fairy tales. I was never the damsel in distress who always spends the best part of the story locked up in a tower or sleeping. (I lost faith in fairy tales very soon. But that’s a different story). Now a days I find myself at times, identifying with the bollywood heroine who sneezed out her miniscule brain through her nostril while dancing around the tree. Is that not proof enough to say growing up degrades you? For the sake of argument, you may say a kid’s life is so much easier? Really? For kids deadlines are for real. I don’t remember ever having missed a deadline to finish some assignment or submit some form. But now I am busy concocting excuses to explain the schedule slippage even before the dead line is made. Kids are expected to remember everything. Forgetting to bring a text book to school could land you in trouble where as now as an adult you have the freedom to forget and misplace anything- ID card, driving license, tickets. There are always work-arounds and it is not even looked upon as a lapse on your part. It is “just natural”. The challenges are sure different but the pressure is just the same and yet a kid manages to preserve the goodness.
Growing up is about redefining the right and the wrong. It is about crossing that line between sin and fun. Things that were hitherto sin becomes fun weekend activities. Apart from an occasional guilt trip, we are unfazed and often proud of the changes in us. Sometimes in the small interval of sanity and sense between the last smoke and the next sip of alcohol, I berate the death of the purist in me- the child who looked down upon smoking and boozing. What happened to that child who could empathize with the less fortunate? Today I would without a second thought step on someone to hoist myself up a step or two on the corporate ladder. Anything for that ever elusive promotion! But as they say change is inevitable. But could we not grow up without killing the kid in us?Probably it is all a due to a law of conservation. At any point of time the ‘bigness’ in you is a constant. Mathematically speaking the product of the ‘bigness’ of heart and ‘bigness’ of stature is a constant. Consequentially as you grow old you degrade in morals and principles. Sigh!!! I wish I could ungrow myself. If only wishes were horses, i would saddle this horse and ride away from the throbbing head ache that accompanies my hang over. Do I need to mention that the wish only lasts as long as my hang over? April 13 The well kept secret of LongetivityOver the past few weeks, I realized the secret of a happy and long life is not collagen or any other miracle drug. It is quite surprisingly long boring meetings. I cannot elaborate enough on the life and sanity saving properties of such meetings. However like they say too much of a good thing is bad. You have to exercise caution while experimenting with this revolutionary fountain of youth and mirth.
Next time you open your calendar and see a long meeting scheduled, don’t cringe. Instead if possible open that bottle of champagne and drink to the health of the one who called for the meeting. Make sure you arrive at least five minutes late to the meeting, throw on a French accent and do an impersonation of Clouseau from Pink Panther.
Please do not attempt to do this if anybody with hiring /firing permissions is an attendee or if your company does not tolerate lunatics on the pay roll. But this is a good way to set the mood for an informal bak-bak meeting. Usually the like of status updates. I understand that usually this is not a very practical opening. You can try one of the following options. In my office, we call ourselves the SAM (Survive a meeting) tactics
The best part about meetings is that you can always blame unfinished work on never ending meetings. Meetings are God’s gift to working people. So get going schedule a few meetings right away April 07 Carrie and MeOne of my friends recently asked me if I am trying to be the next “Carrie Bradshaw” with my blog. That set me thinking. I do not blog about sex or relations per se. I do broach on those topics occasionally (relationships especially), but does that make me a wannabe Carrie? I don’t think so. So let me set the records straight. I am not a sexpert or a wannabe CB.I don’t proclaim mastery over matters of the heart. I am no one to give advice on relations. For heaven’s sake I can’t even seem to hold on to the semblance of a relation I have with my boy friend. I am just blogging my thoughts- My very opinionated thoughts with the overtones of “I have seen life” statements. But truth be told, I am as clueless as any of you out there. |
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