We all have this ‘I want to be a rock star‘ thing in us. That urge to sing. Juggle between professions. ‘Rock On’ type. Get it? But then we know when not to do it. Right?
Alas! people who ferry the guys who work on retarded excel sheets do not know of this ‘control’. The Cab drivers. More so, when the lone analyst is like the mightiest of all the seven dwarfs, there is no stopping for the 7ft large human being to show off his vocal skills. Not that I have no sensibilities to a musical rhythm. ‘appudo ippudo eppudo‘ was a hit in my college too. But it rhymed, you see!
At 11 in night when he tunes into his favorite music station, smashing the car controls, emoting wwe akin final blows on each beat, all together while driving me safely to home, I get shit scared. I don’t know if changing the settings would play any better. Turning it off might be the craziest attempt at challenging that human’s kindness.
And so I think of all the mind boggling, cool stuff I did at office. All the exciting stuff I look forward at home. I wish I were in Delhi. Eating proper food. Watching TV. sigh!
Anyways, today is the Payday. I have logged on to my HDFC account numerous times and now I am sure they won’t pay me a chillad until I report them the sales figures of xyz in the nephrology market with share changes for past 26 weeks. I so love my company
This job thing is a very hitting change. You are on your own. You soon realize the earnestness which you have to put in your man hours spent in office. The planning which goes into timing your breaks so that you get your coffee and your manager returns from loo, wondering this super human analyst never takes breaks. How each assignment is a stepping stone in your professional life. Same kinds, which at college were tastefully aimed at the campus lake. Reason de tire you are here
I have been here for a month now. Bangalore has been okay. The food was so expected and to save the cribbing, I am moving towards MTR ready to cook meals. The weather is nice, they say. For a month I was exposed to daylight only for an hour or so. Women here are more authoritative than men. Bet they have ‘Sasur bhi kabhi damad tha” kinda serials. I took 3 attempts to fill in the first cheque to my landlady, Mrs. Munivenkattapa. She relayed the courtesies by naming me ‘Rohith’.
Temples here are different than in north. Proper priests. Well defined courtesies. A nice experience when I go once in a while. Even people are different in their life styles. Very simple. But again women rule the roost. They are laden with gajras and gehnas. Men are relegated to lungi and baniyan. It happened with me in initial days. I was timidly walking down the street when this quintessential male walked straight into my trajectory, flipped his lungi ala Rajnikant and I dived in awe.
Its been quite a while I wrote anything. No specific reasons. This digressing post should sum up the gaps. I will write more. For now, HDFC again.
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quote of the day.
I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can’t be helped. - a btech’09 in an interview.
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