Early days in Delhi – 7 months late to be talking about

Nov 2^nd- the day that I landed in Delhi. It was a pleasant Sunday morning. My aunt had come to pick me up and we went straight home. Had a very sumptuous breakfast and then started yapping with my aunt. I knew that she was one really cool person, but never knew that she was extremely cool. I kinda could see myself in her, aakhir aunty kiski hai J. The entire day was spent just gossiping and catching up etc.

My first day at work

The reason that I was called in 3 days ahead of my joining time was that, I, a fresher at the job, was expected to attend a conference, and also try and get some business leads. Though I was briefed about my profile, and the kinda responsibility that I was supposed to take, I was not quite ready for the conference and lead generation and nonsense. Can you believe that. It was like an acid test or something. The coneference on the 1st day was to start only at 6 in the evening, so I was at work, sitting peacefully at my desk, and wondering what exactly to do because the whole office was shifting from the 3^rd floor to the ground floor. In the chaos, out of nowhere, there was a lady who walked in to the office, and started yelling at a few people here, for someone in our office had blocked her parking space. I was just watching and enjoying the show. Little did I know that it was just the intermission, and the yelling was to resume again, though, by another person from the office itself. The yelling and the drama was all bout not getting a separate cabin, being the sr manager, and for being asked to share the cubicle with someone else. Anyway, the opening of the conference was to be at 6 in the eve, and I did not stay back for it because I had to get back home, all the way till gurgaon from Delhi. But then, I was introduced to the CFO who offered to give me a lift till gurgaon.

The 2^nd day at the conference, the session started at 9 in the morning, there, I made friends with an architect who was also attending the event alone, and we mostly tagged around together, except for when the director of our company was around, and he introduced me to a few people. The day went well, the same scene for the remaining days at the conference.

After the conference got over, I was again sitting at my desk, researching some info, and then all of a sudden, I hear yelling. And this time, it was the Chairman himself. Some major screw up happened in the accounts dept, and the boss lost his cool, and lo and behold, what all dint I get to hear. I will be banned from blogging if I type all that.

But anywyas, the next two days of the week passed very peacefully and then came the weekend. Just one week into work, and I felt as if I have been working all my life, and been in delhi all through. When I was in Chennai, or Bangalore, for studying, it took me a little while to get used to the feel of the city, Chennai took quite long though! But delhi never gave me the jitters! Felt very comfortable here, probably because I was not staying in a hostel and was at my aunt’s!

To be cotd…..!

Awakening the dead

Though the title might sound a little far fetched, and might have your imagination running wild, I am actually talking only about resuming blogging again, not digging through a grave and finding a long lost skeleton of a God knows what! In all the days that I think I should restart the blogo-mania, I keep wondering what do I write about. And I end up sleeping over it…literally, and then it is conveniently forgotten for a very long time, except for when I read some interesting blogs which gives me the rush to think of the forgotten blog again. I had a blogspot earlier; it was called kool-klub. The name sounded so mundane, and so boring, that I decided I will create a new blogspot once again. And this blogspot, I have called it myriad-thoughtz, and why not. A place to express thousands of my views here, if I please J

First I thought, may be I should write something about my first experience in Delhi. But then, laziness took over me and I was so excited about my new job that I forgot all about it. Added to that, I used to travel 35 Km one way from my aunt’s place in Gurgaon to my new workplace in def col, Delhi. By the time I used to get back, all that I wanted to was, eat and crash. And by the time I typed the title, I felt it’s a little too late to write about the early days in Delhi. But nevertheless, will write about that too, someday!

But since joining in the job, things changed overnight. Though I dint have a lot of work to do in the first few months, I was accounted for every hour spent in the office. Being an independent and a freedom lover all my life, this fact took a little while to sink in and getting used to. Things were very slow in the starting, and the division that I am working for, being a new division, was a total chaos, and still continues to be so, though a lot of things have finally settled down. But these days, thanks to my new boss, I am allowed all the freedom that I need. I do the job my way, hook or crook! J. It’s all about the end results!

I like my job for the sole reason that it is not monotonous. Every new day, there are several surprises at work. I just cannot predict what’s going to happen in the next hour, what kind of people I might be meeting, how the discussion might take off, who I might yell at, and who might fling a chair at me, I never know (it’s a possibility in this land, I swear). Jokes apart, people here are alright to work with, they are not great. Being in the city of high profile political drama, the effects of politics and politicizing has sunk in a way further into the offices than in any other city.

I am typing off this blog sitting in the office (It’s a Monday morning, and I am going through the routine Monday blues) and what a way to spend a Monday morning; guess I should make this a habit. But for now, I gotta get back to the excel sheets and the mailbox. :(

I am a Cook'er too :)

Hmmm....yummy....tasty....!!!!! This was the response I got when I made vegetable rice last night.

I usually am, or rather, was the kind of person who dint even know where the kitchen was in the house. The only real time kitchen experience I had till earlier was making maggi or a steaming cup of hot coffee. I could only cook as well as an aadivaasi. But recently I discovered the joy ofcooking. It feels great to see people enjoying the food u cook.

Once upon a time, long long ago, in my 9th or 10th grade, when I was still usnsure about which career path to take, I thought may be I should become a chef. So I tried making this stuff namely Mexican rice, but what ultimately it became was african rice. It was burnt black, and sadly the dustbin had to eat it. Several more dishes after that also ended up in disastrous shapes and colours. And there ended my idea of cooking to earn a living. After that episode, neither I nor anybody in my family entertained the idea of me entering the kitchen premises. In emergency cases, dad used to cook, and mind you, he is a great chef.

Sometime earlier, my mom had fallen ill, and being the eldest daughter,and according to a general opinion of all aunts and uncles in the family, being of an agreeable age to get married ( well., I dont quite agree though),I was shown the entry to the kitchen. Reluctantly, I opened the fridge, and the first veggie my eyes fell on was capsicum. So I googled for some capsicum recipie which my mom never tried, and came up with one. It took me nearly an hour and a half to finally finish cooking. And to my surpriseit tasted good. I gave some to my didi, and she came running to find out the recipie.

And from that day on my cooking expeditions started, made at least one dish everyday for a week since then. And thankfully all of them turned out to be good. So now my parents happily claim that at least I wont starve my future husband and kids :P