Rather Random

Traveling everyday to office these days is a whole new experience.

I have never been used to traveling so much everyday considering my wonderful college is situated in an even more wonderful place called Kharghar! And NO I don’t mean it as a compliment!

It’s interesting to observe people, to observe the streets, to observe the slums, to observe all the traffic, to observe Mumbai.

No, it’s not all pleasant. I do end up crinkling my nose in disapproval, cribbing at times, whining even, and yet I feel like punching the firang in my office who calls this place cheap and dirty!

I sleep like a log these days! Traveling can be a real bitch in the monsoons!

I try my best to see the romance in the humid, rain laden air….but everyday I end up either hearing some cheesy lewd comments from some daft mofo or experiencing something worse. *shudders*

It’s funny how some people seem so snobbish at first, and then you realize they are actually quite sweet and friendly but then you decide, they are actually rather dull and annoying!

It’s weird how you initially sympathize for that simpleton in your office for always being the target of everyone’s frustrations till you realize he is quite the jackass!

My Boss's pet dog is rather funny. To begin with, his name is TooTa! And otherwise he is the laziest dog I have ever seen! Keeps strutting around the entire office as and when he feels like and never lets anyone touch him other than his masters. His system 'hangs' occasionally when he just stations himself at random places stares at nothing in particular . Some of the random place includes, in your way, in the door's way, in the Boss's way,on the stairs, in front of the elevator, on the leather couch in Boss's office or perhaps right in front of you when you are eating lunch.

The other day the Boss's secretary came over to the design showroom (where I work) looking for me and tapped on my shoulder and asked me if I was the new intern. On nodding my head a little nervously,wondering if I did something wrong, she gave me a big smile and asked me if she could see my new shoes. Apparently she had had a little chat with one of her colleagues, who told her about my pretty new shoes. (just two weeks in the industry and I'm already setting trends!!)

But quite frankly, no one in this industry really gives a stinky, tiny rat’s ass about your existence.

Oh and office politics EXISTS.

I always thought everyone who travels by the Mumbai locals are generally frustrated and are never quite in a mood to be nice to some fellow passenger during rush hour, much like me.

I was wrong.

People can be very considerate and sweet and a genuine smile goes a long way.

I’ve learnt.

And that fuzzy feeling when the cute stranger you have been eyeing everyday finally turns to look at you more than once while waiting for the train. It’s an everyday thing now. I quite like that.*winks*

I have to walk everyday through to this shady red light area on my way to the office. And I come across people washing clothes, washing cows, bathing, shitting right outside their house!! One has to master the art of ignoring certain things!

On a more pleasant note, discovering the tattoo on the back of his neck was the fuzziest feeling of all *giggles*

Getting drunk with a friend on a work night, and setting the dance floor on fire!

And then some more crazy sleepovers.

Did I mention his aviators?! *grins*

But no matter how tired I am after being on my heels the whole day, I prefer standing by the door while traveling back in the trains. I love the feeling. It never grows old for me. it’s such a rush.

And just how these people manage to live in the slums, amazes me, everyday. It’s depressing to see that people just like us are so deprived, so poor, so under privileged, so unlike us. Every morning I see this guy sleeping at the station on the stairs, soaking wet but oblivious to his own condition, without even a sheet to cover his trembling body. It’s sad. And here, I worry about my stipend at the office.

But everyone is always in a hurry in this city. Everyone has to be somewhere, be it work or home, girlfriend, or just friends, appointment or an interview, hospital or hotel or perhaps just the loo.

I wonder if anyone ever slows down.

And I hope I don’t get caught in this thing they call the rat race.

These 2 months is just a preview of what my life might be like once I start working. Once I start taking responsibilities, when I grow up, once and for all.

Maybe I don’t want to grow up. Maybe I won’t.

5 quacks:

Anurag said...

Cat Race is there in every field....it's how you take it is what really matters .....u r kinda lucky that u hv to face so early in life ....and yes Travelling does suck :P

Hyperactive maniac said...

you mean 'rat' race :P

Anurag said...

lol ....yes yes ......gee's rat yeah ....me and my typo errors. :(

Anindita said...

He is still not back, is he??

Maybe he got married and moved on to Amereeka! Trust me, there are more eye candy with cool tattoos and hot aviators! And since you are still drooling over this piece of candy, Johnny Depp is all mine.

*TEETH*

Hyperactive maniac said...

ooh ooh I found new eye candies!! ;)
life's good! :P

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