I'm Work-Freeeeeee!

I've done it, I've subdued the monster, I've emerged victorious. I'm a survivor!
Alright, I understand (and probably you do too, by now) that I got a little carried away. Well, that's not an exaggeration if you work in a publishing house and that too on an encyclopaedia. Phew! it is so liberating to have at last met all your deadlines and completed your scheduled work for a print cycle.
The result is an unbelievable, work-free rest of the week. I mean, today's Wednesday and I don't have a-n-y scheduled work for Thursday and Friday. Infact, this pleasant state-of-affairs could infact spill on to the next week. Do you get that, THE n-e-x-t w-e-e-k.
*Yipee*
*Yay*
*Somersault*
*pole vault*
*cowboy cry*
Ok, that's done, I feel better, its like I'm breathing after a long while. I'm writing this blog entry seena taan ke with no nagging worry of completing something that I left in the middle or the fear of my boss finding out I'm playing truant to work.
Blissfully,
Rima (Rhyme)
P.S. All the stunts mentioned have been done theoretically only.

Time Check!

While proudly showing off his new apartment to friends, a college student led the way into the den.

"What is the big brass gong and hammer for?" one of his friends asked.

"That is the talking clock", the man replied.

"How's it work?" the friend asked.

"Watch", the man said then proceeded to give the gong an ear shattering pound with the hammer.

Suddenly someone screamed from the other side of the wall "KNOCK IT OFF, YOU IDIOT! It's two AM in the morning!


Well, Time is quite funny! Its bad when the going gets tough in life, amazing at a party, slow when you don't feel like working in office and its fastest when you are enjoying a holiday!
My seven years in a boarding school were supposed to make me realize its value, we had waking up time; PT time; eating time; studying time and reading time, and sleeping time. Everything had been carefully adjusted as per the scientific laws of making grand successes out of normal students.
Coming to Delhi to begin graduation was at a time when colleges seemed custom made only for superior certificates or big pockets, the very first time my parents and I both agreed that studying hard had been a waste of time for me. Still it never really stopped them from pushing me in the same direction in college.

There is also a time when you feel like telling those men in you life to start behaving like one. To treat you as you want them to (many times synonymous with Queen), give you what you want and stop fooling around, only to be told and later agree that it is not possible. They are way less imaginative than those heroes you had read about in books and begin to completely lose the initiative with time.


And then there is the good time... when you are surrounded by people like you, people who love and care for you, I mean friends of course!! That is a good breed of humans, you can complain, talk sense or nonsense, eat with, play with, sing and dance with. Time never changes them actually with calories or wrinkles or even a few more degrees and rarely ever turns them against you.

Today when I write this after being reminded a good many times, and literally being offered a treat for getting my fingers running over the keyboard, I have given it a shot and hope have made some use of my time (there is no doubt that you will feel I have wasted your time after you read this). And if that is how the case may be....

then, i am off......

Post-festive depression!

I'm bored like a puddle, I know that is as meaningless as it can sound but I'm so bored out of my brains, I cannot even seem to construct a decent sentence. I'm actually nodding with sleep in office while I thought of an interesting thing to do in office (obviously apart from work) and Lo! and behold! the only thing interesting to me at this point is plain old CRIBBING, WHINING and BITCHING!
The Durga puja has just concluded and I'm down in the dumps. I hate my *beep* with much more fervour than I did, I find my work more mind-numbingly bore than I did, I'm weighing at least a few kilos more than I did, I'm looking several inches more plump than I did. In short, life after the festivals is much more dull than it was before.
If you want to envision me now, I have my eyes glued to November 5th on the calendar. Thank God, I work in India.
You can't even begin to imagine how much it calms your frayed and frustrated nerves and lets you go along with life as usual. Try it and I assure you its going to be one immense help, drop in choicest abuses and while you're at it invent some. Okay, I'm rambling now!
Turns out, I don't want to work, but I know I just Have to. There is immense pressure of deadline in office and I can't seem to keep my eyes open to do that, the result is a splitting headache and a totally incoherent woman, which is me right now. You know what I'll just shut up.

Supposedly,
Rima or Rhyme or whatever... zzzz........

A While Ago..

Technologically speaking, I think no one can disagree  with the fact that we are moving at the speed of light. However sometimes it’s quite amusing to discover how our language  hasn’t been able to catch up with the changes in the tech world. For example the other day, on my way to office, it occurred to me that there was something really strange about the announcements chanted repeatedly in the metro. The voice repeatedly announces, " Be careful of any suspicious object in the metro for example a toy, briefcase, transistor etc." Though I have heard this announcement at least a million times…and have never thought of it to be strange, it suddenly rang a bell, who the hell uses a transistor these days? 

I do not mean to hurt the sentiments of those who still happen to use one, though I m quite sure if you wish your transistor to be repaired…the technician might just need the help of his boss, who has most likely passed away. And  I m quite sure, just like every other profession, terrorists too boast of their own upward moving career graph! Which terrorist with a promising track record..would plant a bomb in a transistor??

Well on a more serious note, we can safely say that, soon the concept of using a pen and paper to express our thoughts and ideas will seem  archaic and redundant. However will we still use phrases like..  It’s time to" wield the pen?” I think we will. The interesting thing about a phrase is that..it tests our knowledge of History more than our language skills. Hence for those of us..who are left with an extremely confused countenance in the presence of abundant usage of timeless proverbs, idioms and phrases,it’s time to go back a few years and capture those moments in history which have a lot to do with the times we live in ; where a mere touch can do what took a hours a few years back.

In such times, its nice to know that language does not move as fast and acts like a window to our past that we do not want to  forget so soon.

Get Ready for SOME Whining!

The past week has been hectic and so is this week and something tells me, its going to spill on the next week as well. Bah! whatever. With the Durga Puja celebrations in the air, I'm almost feeling the need to be Dashabhuja like Maa Durga!
I have just shifted base from south to west Delhi and the unpacking and rearranging seems to have no end at all. Also, I have had an interlude with almost every man of the trade by now and I know their rate charts by-heart now. Plumber, electrician, laundryman, cablewala, kudawala, property dealer, court clerks, truckwala, load labourers, you name it and I have dealt with them all. All this made me feel, we should all know some amount of skills and what I'm actually meaning to say is that no matter what the proverb said, we got to be, Jack of all Trades—these days.
So, apart from the cooking, cleaning and household stuff and also apart from the horrible software and process related information in your office, you should know some practical skills too.
Basically, I (and that is because the world around me makes me feel so) am asking you to debunk all your previous aims and career idols and look up to someone like Durga Maa.

Having more than a pair of hands is surely useful to you woman!

With exasperation,
Rima.

Just a few hours to go to the start of the much anticipated XIX Commonwealth Games 2010. After earning a substantial amount of brickbats from all quarters of the media, we will finally see the light of the D-day. Be it the money made by the corrupt officials, filthy Games village conditions, toppling of foot-over bridge near the Jawaharlal Nehru Stadium, and countless other negative publicity garnered, thanks to the laid back and corrupt attitude of our "honorable" Organizing Committee (OC) officials, let's treat them like an unfortunate event of the past. It's time to put them all behind, and look forward to the Games with a new glint of pride in our eyes.

The opening ceremony, which starts tomorrow at 7 P.M., is hopefully going to be a must watch event. About 7000 women, children and men, will be participating in the ceremony, showcasing the rich Indian tradition in a unique and never-before-seen manner. I do wish, very fervently, in fact, that the opening ceremony kick-starts on a positive note and with fresh vibrancy, thus setting the right pace for the next leg of the Games. It is indeed a matter of pride for us Indians, that such a coveted event is happening in India. All eyes are now on tomorrow's gala opening ceremony, and i hope to watch the event live on television as a proud Indian, right from start till the end. Jai Hind.