It’s been quiet sometime that I have written anything. I am just is no mood and also I have to think hard as to what is to be written. Have been chilling and resting at my mum’s place for a week. Been quiet relaxing. I think the stress in me gets the best out of me. I fall under the category who perform best when under stress. A calm and relaxed environment makes me slow. How I wish I had joined the Indian army, so much to do and the thrill to have achieved something big. As a kid I was fascinated by doctors, I say not just fascination but even the upbringing that I have. My parents always imbibed that you must study to become a doctor. So I was always interested in being one… little did I know one needs to study and yes study hard to get this degree. Not to forget the huge donations that make you a doctor. During my teenage I wanted to be a teacher, loved the thought of teaching and having the power to mould one’s life. It’s interesting how as a teacher you can separate good from bad, lie from truth. Also the fun of checking the exam paper. Whenever I scored less I would tell myself, one day I will become a teacher and them ensure everybody scores brilliant marks. I know this sounds funny, but I trust wished I could this. Now at 30, I wonder if I could join the army. Unfortunately, I can’t. I am stuck in a crappy job. This gives me money but the satisfaction, the adrenaline rush is missing. There is nothing such as an accomplishment. Every day is the same boring, office politics and then ensure how your brand shines, even when you know deep inside that it is a crap brand. Ok, I cannot say this coz I get paid.
Now after being in this corporate world for over 9 years I feel it’s time to do something that I always wanted to. Boredom sets in with a 9-6 job. It is just blah. People around are all blah and blah. I wish to start a catering business, may be just start with a small road side shop, but then there are the ups & the down to it. So let it be. Over the long extended weekend we had been to Mahabaleshwar. So serene & calm. Everything just seemed pleasant & good about that place. I love being myself sometimes & be away from this pretentious world. Oh, these Monday mornings are the worst, they make you wait for 5 long days before you actually get your 2 days holiday. Oh, how I wish I could go back to those lovely 3 days. The weather was lovely, it was raining and the climate was pleasant. It just fun to be a kid again & enjoy the rain like a child. We actually walked up the 5 km stretch to the main market, there was nothing extra ordinary that one could buy but yes the food made up for everything. We had a hearty scrumptious meal, ok, it was a bit over-priced. But given that we were at a hill station this was expected. The mutton nalhari and naan were perfectly filling. This makes me wonder are these guy at hill stations at the mercy of the visitors? Do they not have any other source of income? What do they earn and eat during the off season? Or, do they have enough & all this rest is a job they take up in past time? I think, I will have to leave the conversation here. Would really be happy if you could share in your views as I am a bit confused. Reason 1. They do not convince you to buy 2. Neither are they open to bargaining