Settling in

Finally, we are here. After days of speculation, coining in an appropriate name for the blog, we've eventually forayed into the excited world of blogging. "Junky Chowmein"-- seems the most apt name for the blog, since most of us here are fond of eating junk food, enjoying our life to the hilt, without caring much about the unwanted weight that we might be putting on. Though the blog name says Junky Chowmein, our craving for food goes much beyond these spicy strands of noodles. Can't be helped, i suppose, since the place where i work is situated at a prime location........scores of fast food joints wherever i turn my eyes.

Working in CP has definitely its pros and cons. Since it's centrally located, distance is not much of an issue. But the plethora of eating options is indeed a boon for me who loves to eat hot, spicy chaat to pizzas, burgers and what not. Well.... what not would include, non-veg, since i am not a big fan of them, though i do indulge in them occasionally.

So much thought for food!!! People will actually think that i exist only for this (especially my doctor). Just to clarify that's not the point here. Point is i wanted to put forward the thought about how much can you resist yourself when you're home or office is surrounded by places like Mcdonalds, Pizza Hut, those mobile vans serving hot spicy chowmein and other such places. Ever since the blog started, this was one question that was plaguing my mind. Do think about, while i think of some more interesting topics to write on the blog.

Bonded Labour!

On Mondays, my mind engages upon some deep thinking about the status of employees in this world. Please do not take offense at the title, this is sadly but truly the state of affairs for all us employees. While I'm working, (and, seriously I AM), I was thinking...

If everybody hates Mondays and research actually shows that Mondays are the least productive days, then why don't we make Mondays as a 'Getting-used-to-office-after-weekend-day'. We could just come to office as late as we can manage, loll around the work station, get used to the idea that there IS an office which HAS work and that has to be DONE by US. We could then toy around with our files and folders, gradually get ourselves in the work mood and then start working from Tuesday. Isn't that fun?

But,
Hey Bonded Labourer!
Thou shall not crib...
The power of whining
is nought for thee.

How dare thou,
fall sick or ill?
Do you not know?
You aren't allowed to feel.

Rima.

Monday...

Rushing through the data

On one dreary Monday

Longing for it to end

Our big fat book of fate..

La lala lala lalalal

Lalalla lalalal

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

Chopped, Fried n Ready to Go......

Ya well... This is how it is. As so elegantly put forth by my colleagues..heaps of chowmein fried to its fullest and shaken up with a lot of soya sauce, has spelt salvation for us in this crazy relentless world, which in our case is dominated by a drone of a soft ware called..The Sigma Link.

Yes, it’s easy to use and a very convenient location to store tons of data...that the world can't simply do without. And we the workers ...aka employees ( I'm a bit of a communist in this regard and don’t think there is a much of a difference between the two words) have been assigned amongst us different regions of the  world to work with. So all of us, kings and queens of our parts of the world, hover around the wide expanses of our land...from 9:30 to 5:30 collecting all sorts of information in order to enrich our big fat book of knowledge.

Hence our blog is about..all that keeps us alive and provides us with the quintessential fuel to help us survive  the madness that surrounds us and makes us come back to work, sharp at 9:30 with a smile on our faces…ready to rule our land!

Let's heat the wok!

and that's the first step in all things that need a start up in life... Yes, almost everything. And the very obvious things that come to my mind is tiffs, quarrels, debates, arguments. Alright, it's the second day of the week and I'm predictably in a not-so-good mood. Why yes, I think I just seem to know what's heating me up?

Ingredient: This is the second week now that I'm off junk food, no burgers, no wraps, no fries, no dessert. This is a lethal blow to my pent up frustration levels, food for me is the biggest sedative and the biggest consolation, my calming agent.

Ingredient: I'm looking more and more rotund as the days go by, I'm drinking honey-lemon in lukewarm water, giving the elevator a royal ignore, add to that my minus-junk status and still my colleagues manage to look more fab than me. Read, slimmer and more shapely.

Ingredient: My husband's got these nagging fever since last weekend, he's missing office, he's a banker and this is the month ending, you add it all up and you get a real cranky human who prefers to flush out his toxins on me.

Ingredient: "ME" in office is tied up with the most mind-numbingly boring and gut-wrenchingly horrible software called Sigmalink. (Ok, it's not that bad but what the heck! the words add to the drama, its like soya sauce in street noodles, the more the better). Add to it the part that my boss is very good almost sweet at times and I so totally hate this. I mean, if only I could bad-mouth him and take out some of my frustration. Picture this, my boss asks me how many holidays am I planning to take in the coming Durga Puja or rather to start planning them soon, MY BOSS! So at the end of the day, when everything is one big heap of swirled and jumbled chowmein, my colleagues are a breather, they are the seasonings which makes life totally junky and my chowmein wholly palatable. Nirvana in office and my moksha with my colleagues... beat that, can you? If not, heat the wok! and get started.

Rima aka Rhyme