Ganesh Pooja

Hi! at present I am having a good time as to my boss is on a three days leave so life has become easy with no new issues and things to close by the EOD.Though with Ganesh pooja statrting in bombay nights the part which i love most in a day have become a nightmare, with loudspeakers beaming in from all corners good sleep has become extinct.To top up the woes I leave near a temple which is venue to a ganesh pandal so the torture never ends, the moment loudspeakers close down kirtan and bhajan start . These things end by 2.30am at night and then you wont believe it but the ganapati babba morya comes back again with not only equal but much increased decibles by 4am. so I am you can say sleep starved, I thinks its even harder for Ganapati because he has bigger ear drums then mine.

Though good sleep is not the only thing which is becoming extinct but also the potholes which made your rides rocking no matter you liked it or not,and again all kudos goes to the Judiciary.But the way these potholes are filled leaves no doubt that tey will be back within a week.I have heard of the american depression where people were paid to dig holes and then again fill it up, I find this situation not very different,But who cares they are free to play with the money of taxpayers like us who have earned after sitting 10-12 hrs in our offices.But still my back is not complaining anfd fully enjoying all the rides minus the rock.

Life Goes On!

Hi! I am back not with public demand but with boredom, so am writing again.In my last blog i said that Iwas not able to write a blog before because i was busy, guess i was wrong as it was pointed by some of my friends who managed to write several blogs in the same situation so its not the environment but the person is to be blamed.Though as i have said in my last blog that unlike these people i had a good dose of "spirit"uality giving me company so its not only me but people like vijay Mallaya are also to be blamed.life

I am also trying to get used to the "mumbaiya" style of living which i tell you is even harder than getting A+ in class participation, though I was not able to achieve the later in my two years but with the lifestyle I dont have any choice, its a compulsiopn.Initially when i joined the reporting time was 9.15 am but it was not hard and fast and we used to come by 10 am but then the villain(HR) enters with new complications, first they said if you come late consecutively for three days you are marked absent for one day, so I start coming by 9.15 am, but still after signing in I used to go for breakfast but they(HR) come again this time with new rule no breakfast will be served after 9.15 am so you have no choice but to get your ass on chair by this time.then you have to stay back till 9 pm because not only all others are staying but also because you have pending issues to closed by EOD otherwise be ready for a very good morning by your boss next day which I receive anyway irrespective of how long I stay and how hard I work.Then you reach home by 10 pm eat something while catching on to rakhi sawants explots on tv, discuss withyour flatmates who got the least boot today and sleep happy dreaming about aishwarya,katrina and promotion.

My first Blog

This is my first blog so I am writing it with lot of apprehensions as to what reception I will get, if I get any. Though I have been a avid blog reader for many days but till today I was not able to muster the courage to write my own blog.What made me write it today is not that i got courage injected into me but a no of factors which facilitated my transition from a blog reader to a writer, some of them which need a mention are free internet in office(with mailing and chatting sites blocked), two months in the job,and above all no work for today.

Another reason which i mentioned earlier that I am two months old in the job, before that i was well protected inside the boundaries of a MBA school wher you are supposed to be too busy with assignments,presentations and surprize quizes.In my case I was busy too, but work of different nature, till late afternoon in class where you are physically present,and after that sleeping till late evening due to the mental torture in class, then you get up and drag yourself to the canteen to have your daily quota of cigarette, tea and daily gossip and share concerns with friends for summer projects or for final placements.And after the discussion ends their is a group ready who finds other people so well prepared with all plans and strategies for all future events.I was always a member of this group, so the disappointment of discovering yourself as the aimless arrow with no target and no strategy or plan A(leave back Plan B or plan C) which other people had in case Plan A din't work. This disappointment was more than anu young soul can digest so it needed some instant "medicine".The search of this medicine led you to the nearest "Dhaba" where with each peg or beer made you feel better and prepared to take anything which came in your way of success. This healing continued till early morning after which you sneaked back into the hostel after greasing the palms of the security guard.

Then you have to get up early morning first to find a person who intended to attend the first class and then to motivate and convince him to put you proxy.With this hectic routine for atleast for five days a week how could one expect one to write a blog.So now I have finally been able to find a job and does not have the same comforting group,and then you have e muster so every day you have to drag yourself to office,and not so much work.Then one day one wise soul from my earlier "Dhaba group" suggested why dont you write a blog.

And here i am writing(sorry finishing) my first blog,I hope I am able to write the second one.