Big Boss Syndrome

The husband has to come to office early every day (Can you beat it-- I am at office by 8.15 am regularly and to give me company are the office boys, busy cleaning and mopping the floor.) I get these strange looks from them every time I step inside...like..weirdo, she must be crazy or a half backed wannabe who is lost it in life. But friends, my tragedy is that I not only share the home and the hearth with the husband, I also share the car. Which means if it is 8.30 in the morning that he is scheduled for the call with his French boss****, we need to be bundled off the mattress, into a fast forward 'get ready to office mode' and be there staring blankly at our laptops by 8.15 am, at our respective offices. While I don't grudge him this discomfort (you see I am magnificient in my kindness and besides he gets the lunch and the breakfast ready everyday), I have reservations about leaving office very late in the evenings. For I really enjoy being a couch potato in the evenings. And here comes the favorite part of the day. With a chilled drink (and dont be naughty people, i really mean the soft variety) in hand and a couple of chicken cutlets, a perfect evening starts with the antics of balika vadhu, rolling onto the melodies of Indian idol and finishing off with the histrionics of 'Big Boss'. Oh, how I hate it that Big Boss has ended for this season. The highlight of the day was gaping at the hysterics in this one hour long program and then chatting endlessly about how human behavior could be so vile and bitchy (throwing into the air, the simple fact that we had enjoyed watching the bitchiness ;() Distracting a little from my daily routine (and actually there is nothing more to be said...it actually is a boring state of existence), I really wonder why as a sociey we had been so consumed by the filth and the vile of 'big boss'. May be it is the straight forward life that we live every day, the morality that we have to adhere to in every step, the social ethics and behaviour that binds our every move, that forces us to rejoice and laugh at the complete madness, the unruliness of a completely mad life. Whatever it is, I enjoyed watching boss...and I am glad that the contestant that I rooted for went on to win the contest. Good luck and happy viewing to all couch potatoes like me...hope we get to see many such programs....By the way, as an ending shot, I have a question for you all...Do you think TV could spoil a relationship ....I saw a program by Rajat Kapoor the other day which suggested likewise...someone even suggested it could take the position of a second woman in a man's life... **** My husband's French boss actually sinks everytime he thinks...I hear that is how the dialect goes...whatever...enjoy!

My Resolution

I promise to scribble in this space at least once every day... :). Bear with me people....i have just got this bug all over again

The Never Ending Dillema

I always dreamt to be a highly qualified individual, as I am sure each of you also fantasized to be. At school, I was in the track to meet my dreams- --parents delighted at how I managed to top my classes and do well in my board exams and also excelled in extra-curricular activities that proved to be a winner. However, the real twist came when I stepped out of the close comforts of family to pursue my higher studies and thus ‘move towards a promising future.’ I took to friends and parties, shopping and fun, as a fish takes to water. This ensured that dreams started falling apart in no time, and success eluded me in every step. Smarting from my recent failures, the adulation in a not so cool 'MBA' college did a lot to my bruised ego, but unfortunately, nothing much in terms of career.

Subsequently, there was this constant fight to leave a crippled career and go back to a decent (I mean the INSEAD, ISBs of the world) school. This meant leaving the comfort zone of financial independence and back to a rigorous life of studies and projects. While I was more than willing to slog it out (a bad job is the worst pain in the a**), the feeling of losing the wallet always restrained me from pursuing my new ‘dream’.

Now, it might be too late to do what I want. When my juniors inform me about this cool ‘school’ that they got admitted too, I sincerely feel delighted for them. However, in the same breath, sets in a deep realization that I have lost out on opportunities of life and the golden dreams have seen the sunset forever.

The elite club is not going to my domain ever. Though I might be successful in career and life, the blue blooded, royal feeling of being in an elite club, the alma mater to be proud of, will always be a far away reality.

Friends, here’s the hard lesson for anyone who cares…if you have the brains and aptitude and have the dream to make it big, don’t waste your youth for it will never ever come back to you. Take the hard path, or otherwise you might regret later in life.

My First Post

I had a blog before..talk2jayatri.blogspot.com; but somewhere along the way I seemed to have lost the plot. uploaded too many personal pictures which made it look more of a personal album than a sensible account of things that are interesting. This blog is an effort to present myself more coherently. However, this too will be a very personalized outlook to various events that happen with and around me. I hope to include my personal and professional experiences together in a way that makes memory easy when I recall it a few years down the line. It will be a simple account of an average middle-class girl's outlook of life...i hope it will touch the chord of my readers.