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.
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
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