Heyyyyy.. after a long long time.. well there were lot many events happening here n there, so was just not getting the hold on writing, wanted to but didn’t work. Anyways, better late than never.
Well where to start from. To tell u the latest shot in my life, its my JOB, yes finally I’ve been enrolled as a research executive in Research International Mumbai, though my official joining was from June 1st but some smart buggers got it preponded to May 5th, so I m not on a payroll abhi, hey hey that does not mean I wont get my salary, I will but will not be on papers :) dekha aate hi company mein do number ka kaam shuru..
But to be frank the feeling of working is soothing right now at least. I know most of you out there must be thinking how can she find working soothing? But come on ya, its my first experience n things are good to begin wid, n hope they stay the same. First 15 days in Mumbai…gosh don’t ask, they were traumatizing, may be I m using a less apt word, so u can guess that the experience was painful, but this is Mumbai meri jaan, you have to learn.
The city welcomed me with humid weather, searching for accommodation, looking for hostels, having my longest chit chat wid Mumbai brokers n TRAVELLING in that F***ng Local trains, with women shouting, climbing on you with a smile, saying ‘ thoda baju hone ka’ n then kicking you, pushing you, poking their elbow if you not listening to them. Those looks are yaiiikkkkkkkks, so very rude n ugly. N imagine in this lovely serene environment you have to stand throughout the journey of not less than one n a half hour, n let me make it clear that it is jes one side. This phenomenal journey was courtesy the high rates of flats in Mumbai n lack of rightful accommodation. To increase your general knowledge I must tell you that Real estates rates are second highest in Mumbai after Singapore in Asia, or may be in the world ( I would not be surprised)
As it is righly said, every dog has its day, but here every Auto wala has every day as his own day, what attitude Man, even Bill gates seems to be a simple man in front of them. They will make you feel that how dare you can ask them to drop you at a place which is not their concern ( n this is when YOU are paying). They’ll make you feel that you have disturbed their hectic regime or have wasted their time by stopping them n asking to drop you where you want to go n not them. Same goes for the Taxi wala’s, they’ll not give a damn to give a look or make a pass if you are standing on the wrong side or coming in their way. Even if you are looking ravishing (sounds cheap I know- they are taxi walas, but tabhi to its irony).
And last but not the least, sabse bada jhatka- I LOST my CELLPHONE :( yes an amazing set of Moto Ming worth 12k, was taken by a taxi wala when I ran to give him a change of Rs 13 (by begging people to give me a change of 100 bugs), but it cost me approx 1000 times, now you know the reason of me showing my love to them.
I was actually taken aback for few hours and did not believe that I have actually lost my cell. My favorite one, dad gave me, n I was completely in love with it. I ran like crazy to find that taxi wala on the same place, but in vain, neways gone is gone, but I have showered all my blessings on that A****** who wacked it, he might be facing the outcome anytime from now.
These were some major jhataks, baki chote mote current to milte hi rehte hai jaise, getting down at the wrong station, n then asking 20 autowalas to go to a place beyond their reach, getting a scolding from a traffic police for breaking the queue n getting in an auto (yes you have to stand in a queue to hire an auto..c I told u, its chota mota), getting involved in small fights with the taxi walas for not knowing the way to PM road n asking me, imagine ME Who has a pathetic road sense and woh bhi yaha jaha ek side east, dusari side west, n beech mein central, haan haan abhi its sounding so very simple, yaha aao tab pata chalega, when you see people are running like crazy, more of a ‘Bhed Chaal’.
A coin has two sides. I had good times as well, I stayed at my frend’s place in thane.
We’ve known each other for past 16 years now. She is Mrs. Pooja gupta, who saved my
Life by giving me shelter, food and TV. We went to some amazing places, the best was CourtYard in thane…WOW, beautiful place ( uski sundarta bayan karne baithi to kuch aur nahi likh paungi) n by that time poor stomach of mine was habitual of bahar ka khana, n my tongue was shouting for a change of taste ( please give me something other than that paneer gravy and dals at hotels).
Met Gunjan, finally he is settled for a change, his business is going fine, n his showroom (artifacts) is beautiful. Waise thanks gunjan for giving me your mobile along wid the connection. I can’t breath without one, mobile is my lifeline. Went to juhu, where the smell is nauseating. N still it’s so crowded, some things can never be explained.
Last week Suruchi came and we had a gala time, a nice get-to-gether of ICFAI gang. Mukti, Suruchi, Kriti, Gunjan and me. But my loved ones were missing, they were chilling in the scorching heat of Chennai, Miss u Guys like crazy.
The best news is still in bag, I got a very decent infact great accommodation- a flat- 2 BHK, furnished and all set to stay, with a nice cook, and amazing flatmates- courtesy Mr dev, through him I got to know them.Thanks, see how many people I am thanking. Things have started to fall in place, but Touchwood, n plz koi buri nazar mat lagana ( bit superstitious now, if you were at my place even you would have said the same thing)
Arrey on my work front. It was an eventful week, my office guys are cool, good to interact with and gossip around. Was bit nervous initially but now I guess getting hold of things. On Saturday attended a Super group (a creative group discussion technique for qualitative research) and it was a learning experience. Met some big shots. Will keep you posted on that in some other post.
Ab mere paas kya nahi hai, ek achi naukari, ek acha flat, ek achi cook ( my mom was never so happy after 28th april- the day I landed in Mumbai), do achi flatmates, ek ladaku roommate ( a close frend), and best wishes of my loved ones sitting far away from me spreading out in rajasthan n down south.
Thank you for being there, bearing with me, my tantrums, my mood swings and my ramayan gaatha for every day. At times more than physical presence the mental supports helps to a larger extent. Agar dono mil jaye to ‘ sone pe suahaaga’ waah waah my hindi is improving ya, thanks jiggu for scolding me when I used galat phrases n words. This is called constructive utilization of free hours at office :)
chalo then, wait till my next post-
more spicy one or may be boring, dont know, but phir bhi jes Wait :)
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
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