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. :(