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Work Tales

It’s interesting how today; all of a sudden I had this desperate urge to write a blog! The way our brain works in co-ordination with our heart is amazing. (Now please save your much-misused-much maligned -typically Bollywood head vs. heart conflict story for some other time) Heart felt like writing down something... anything… whatever and brain immediately found a way out. I wish it responded as fast in numerous other occasions when I frantically want it to. Anyways, now that I have already started, thoughts are flowing in from all imaginable- unimaginable streams. I am completely overwhelmed with hundreds of stories and experiences competing in my mind, to be the first ones to be shared. Never experienced anything like this before.

I need to de-clutter my mind-space. So I pause for some time, reboot & focus. I'll start with my work-tales today. I don’t know if its the best topic to write on, however, that’s what I feel like writing about right now so if you are finding yourself to be uninterested, you can excuse yourself – I won’t mind ;).

Exactly 15 days from now, I will be unemployed! Yes you read it right “unemployed”, technically speaking “voluntarily unemployed”. If I don’t find get a job of my liking cum preference cum whatever in these 15 days, I’ll have to, for the first time in my life, stay home. I know you would say “so what’s the big deal! You'll get one. You’re smart. (that’s what my family and friends think of me & I tend to agree)) blah blah blah

But hold on.... Yeh hai Hong Kong meri jaan. Things work strangely differently here. When I came to Hong Kong, I had this background music going on in my mind and the lyrics were "Aaj mein upar, aasma niche". Today, you’ll often find me singing "Kyaa se kyaa.. Ho gaya" ;) I know am exaggerating a bit. Ignore!

After all it’s not that bad here! May be I am feeling like this cos I have never been out-of-work-out-of-job. NEVER EVER! And if it’s happening here and now, maybe it’s for good – who knows. A part of me says that it’s going to be an experience of lifetime. I must however accept that the very thought of waking up in the morning and having NO OFFICE to rush to, NO PLAN in place, NO “to do” list (for office) & last but not the least, NO BOSS… is killing me. Can you believe this - having NO BOSS is actually upsetting me! After all that’s all that I have wanted since time immemorial! ;)

Just as I have survived math exams, bad interviews, breakups, even worse, India losing cricket match against Pakistan, I will withstand “unemployment” with a SMILE and hundreds of phonecalls loads of titter-tatter with friends and family! I am determined to sit back, relax, and chill with my voluntary unemployment. I would love to do things I always wanted to do, never got an opportunity to. I promise I wi!( and keep you posted). :)

Cheers!
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  1. Deepa Gheewala20 March 2012 at 00:34

    When i came to bangalore i had same situation.. I love to take official vacation for more than 15 days, but if i have to be unemployed for even a week.. it's too hard to spend each day..

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