My Life's New chapter

12th June 2007 opened another new chapter in my life- My first job. Where? In India's largest private bank, ICICI Bank (Hum Hain Na)!! After an enjoyable period of 37 days in Amchi Mumbai which primarily comprised of me lazing around in the mediocre hotel rooms and staff quarters offered, going on sightseeing trips with college mates, getting squashed in the ladies compartment of the local trains (strong evidence in the form of a previous blog), shopping till I dropped in Linking Road and Hill Road and at but last not the least, waiting for my visa to Bahrain, I found myself in a totally new world!

With all the advices and articles of 'how work life's gonna be' from my close friends, seniors and of course, my family, I reported for work on 22nd July 2007. I guess my mental preparation was not sufficient enough as I did not realise what I really gotten myself into. If you ask me what my profile is, it sounds really hep, atleast to me! But one thing's for sure, like they say, "In your first year of work, get yours hands dirty", well, my fingers are guaranteed to get greasy and grimy, my back's gonna for a toss and my legs are gonna give way to the floor.

I would not say my job is all peaches and cream. The presure is killing and targets are, I feel, are beyond my reach. Im trying to figure out my selling skills, and still wonder how the others do it. I have noted it all down: their tone, their style of putting the product concept across, their body language; yet, it just does not happen with me! Why oh why!

I'm in my second month now, and all I think of before going to sleep is "DEALS, I WANT DEALS". My worst fear is now coming alive - I always vowed not to be a worrywart and let the tensions of work destroy me. Unfortunately, that is exactly what is happening now. I look around and find my friends enjoying their careers. I do not feel the same and I don't want to lie in this regard. Its funny to note that the only thing I now thoroughly enjoy is SLEEP. Gone are those days when I longed to frolic around. My bed, my pillow and my blankie beckons me at every point in the day an they turn out to be my best companions.

I don't know how long this phase will last, but I do hope this storm will pass soon and that I sail with confidence across my Life's everchanging tides.

Infamously Famous!!!

What an easy streak of being famous by doing simply nothing, but just by being myself??? heehee...It was all very funny,it still is.

A bunch of us went to watch the new release with India's fav hearthrob, SRK and his new assignment of training 16 girls from every end of our Bharat Mahan to play for the Hockey World Cup. Like all Bollywood sizzlers, the team eventually won, but the way they won is worth the watch.

But that's not what I'm getting at. Apparently, there is a girl in the movie who pretty much comes close to being my clone (of course, I feel I look better than her!!). She first enters the silver screen to register herself for the team. The moment I saw her, I was like,"uh oh, is that me???nah...". Much to my embarassment, my friends had a gala time screaming out my name and pointing to the wide screen. Throughout the movie, my name would be called out whenver the girl came up. I felt half ridiculous and half funny! I had to endure my friends' jokes for the rest of the movie.

Now my mother expresses her deepest desire to watch the movie only to see her daugter's clone. I even have clients telling me that I might have been separated at birth or if I really did act the movie. How do I respond?? As usual, laugh out loud and continue laughing. But I would be lying if I said that I do not appreciate this new found, short lived popularity. It's fun!

Surrender

This song by Barlow Girl reflects exactly the conversation I am currently having with Big Daddy.The words are in line with how my prayers are right now:

"Surrender"

My hands hold safely to my dreams
Clutching tightly not one has fallen
So many years I've shaped each one
Reflecting my heart showing who I am
Now you're asking me to show
What I'm holding oh so tightly
Can't open my hands can't let go
Does it matter?
Should I show you?
Can't you let me go?

Surrender, surrender you whisper gently
You say I will be free
I know but can't you see?
My dreams are me.
My dreams are me

You say you have a plan for me
And that you want the best for my life
Told me the world had yet to see
What you can do with one
That's committed to Your calling
I know of course what I should do
That I can't hold these dreams forever
If I give them now to You
Will You take them away forever?Or can I dream again?

Bollywood climax

I never really approve nor do I ever consider a suicide attempt to be a noble action. It is nothing but a cowardly act and a sin committed. The wrist slitting, or a bungee jump off a cliff (ropeless,like duh!) or the usual Lipton (a colloquial version of hanging down) may be various forms of pulling your own switch. Am I talking about suicide attempts and its pros and cons?Well, in a way. If you are considering to murder yourself, the best way I suggest is watch a hindi movie. Don't watch ones like Black; they will make you change your mind to die..lol.

I recently made the mistake of 'suiciding' twice. I watched Jhoom Barabar Jhoom and killed myself. The plot was quite lethal enough to knock me out unconscious.But it was a near 'suicide' attempt and I recovered with good medication from rugged, raunchy looking Dr. John McClane in the 'Die Hard 4.0' hospital (Apart from Laughter, the best medicine is a good looking doctor-sneak preview to my next blog).
Feeling all healthy,wealthy but not wise, I again found myself in the death throes of 'Awarapan'. The first dialogue did the trick and I was suffocating already. The next look on the hero's pathetic face had me gagging. The 'dancing-around-the-buildings' (trees were for the bygone days of Rajesh Khanna and Hema Malini) songs interspersed in the movie brought momentary relief.The plot of the story had me gasping for air and I knew I was dying.The finale of the film found me heaving my last breath. I considered escaping during the intermission, but the thought of spending a bomb had me stuck to my seat.

A Hindi movie has all the lethal ingredients to kill any mortal human. A crappy storyline where both the hero and heroine are perpetually confused. The only genius would be the villain. Songs, and item numbers are mandatory in these motion pictures, especially if they desire to rock the box offices. How the directors make money, I'll never know. How people rave about these big screen shows is beyond my mind's capacity. Nevertheless, Bollywood still survives and lives strong.