me so lazy...

Lazy seems to be today’s mood. Woke up and lingered around the house not wanting to go to work, the morning workout hardly sprung-up the dizzy mood. Somehow, I managed to get into my car – Ritz, to drive off to work. Usually the power drive through the almost traffic-less Tulsi pipe road puts some spirit into my day, but, not today. Today I was the one who drives slowly in a track with less traffic. Office held no surprise, apart from few opened cartons spread out around my work station. Wondering how these cartons got here, I switch on the system to start off this lazy day at work. 

Ever since I took the promotion as a product manager the pace of my work has drastically slowed down. Customer coordination - which I love to do, is almost null, fewer emails, no more deadline rush and what’s left in the job is products - way more products. This brings me back to the cartons; these cartons carry product samples for a show in which our firm is taking part. The show happens in the States at the beginning of fall. 

I have a humongous task in hand and a lazy mood; let the battle begin.

Change

A major part of change is to leave our comfort shell behind and grow out, expose ourselves to the new and upcoming challenges. Easier said, than done

I am at the precipice of a gigantic mountain; quite far away lays an always wandered-about yet unknown path wrapped in a silky smooth red carpet. It seems all glitz and glamor-ish from where I see it. I stand here held by the icy cold hands of a monster with a name badge that says insecurity on it. The ideal thing to do would be to let go of this monsters hold and jump in with both feet.

Knowing this I stand here adhering to the monsters wrath only because I fear what lies ahead.

New Year 2011 @ Navneet

Sweet message for New Year 2011 !!!

Goodbye!

Goodbye! we say it every single day with a smile on our face knowing that we are gonna meet each other the next day. But when the time comes to say goodbye and let go forever we reckon how hurtful this simple word can be. I am saying Goodbye’s to my friends and colleagues the past couple of months and even though I may have never said it out loud, a teeny weenie bit in me feels sad at every single goodbye - some more hurtful than others. 

This blog post is dedicated to my friends and colleagues, who, I am seeing off this month. Inevitably, change is in the air and as a souvenir it is biting me in the wrong places.

I, Me & Myself

While writing blogs, I am always conscious of one thing that it has lots of ‘I’ in it. Example - I think, I feel, I love, I want, I dig, I bitch… boy, that’s a lotta I’s, right. This consciousness is a fruit of all the management lessons which were stuffed into my head, by my so called teachers. In Management schools I was taught to use less ‘I’ and more ‘We’, “It is always a team thing”.

But this is not a management school and I was never a good student. This is my blog and all that you should find in here is I, Me & Myself :D

Is there ‘God’, in details?

I never understood the expression ‘God is in details’ (i.e. until recently). I am a new car owner and the agony a car owner has to go through, in a city like Mumbai, is simply despicable. Apart from the much hyped ‘lack of parking space’ and ‘pothole filled roads’; what worries me the most, are the little things. During the first few weeks I would look at my car parked in our parking lot and feel proud. The sparkling blood red body the charming silverish headlight, the unique design and the tall structure were part of my admiration and then it started.

My brother & the Car

One fine day I approach the car and see it, a scratch and I go “holy marry mother of GOD! How did this happen?” there on every scratch or dent I find in the car, the expression Oh my God flows out of me naturally.  And for people who do not agree; God is everywhere – including 'in details' ;) 


That’s all folks!

Baby or Barbie

Question: Why do you want a baby Girl?  

Answer: “There are so many cute things you can buy for a baby girl”.

I might be wrong, but it seems, what some Mom's need is a ‘Barbie’ not a ‘Baby’.

If you are a girl and disagree to this, answer this simple question; Are you paranoid or irritated with your mother’s need to be involved in each and every decision of yours, including small things like, the way you dress, eat, sit, walk etc.? If your answer is ‘yes’ …………YOU’RE YOUR MOTHER’S BARBIE!