What Not To Do In The Office!

So when was the last time I ever wrote anything? I know I have ignored my blog, writing, reading, photography for sometime now but the writer in me has taken an oath to write at least 500-800 words each day. No, seriously! You'll see more of me in my blog and other places in the coming few days. Yay!

I was sitting in the office today and like always, I did some major goof-ups. Sigh! Will I ever grow up? Anyway, I thought I should be writing a post on the things that are STRICTLY not meant to be done at work. 

1) Listening to music on a loud-speaker: For crying out loud, why can't you get a pair of damned ear-phones? I mean, yes, you are definitely sweet. You love listening to Justin Bieber, One Direction and Gangnam Style (Did I even spell it right?) but we don't. Some of us are actually trying to work with a limited amount of concentration and we go into depression the moment you play your oh-so-famous play-list.

No offence!

2) Cribbing over free coffee: Seriously? Like really, really? Why in the world do you have to crib over free coffee? 

I wonder why people brag that coffee at home is better than the coffee at office. Everyone cannot be your mother, duh!

3) Flicking office stationery: This is such a cliche, right? I know we all have needs, we need papers, note-pads, pens and pencils but the office pays for us not for our entire household, neighbourhood, kith and kin and given a chance, few people might even pass them over to their foes. Sweet life, nay?

4) The 'Oh-So-Famous Office Gossip': Ah! This is the most interesting thing, right? I am actually beaming as I type this. Nothing can beat the good old office gossip but hey, being a gossip-monger might land you in a big-time trouble.

5) Do not PEEP: This is the most annoying habit I've ever come across. Few people just don't stop staring into your computer and all that you can do is-- a) Lock your computer, b) Close your chat-boxes. 

6) Sleeping in the office: Isn't this a classic? I mean who doesn't want to sleep in the office? AC, comfy chairs, good music in your music player obviously drives the passion in you to doze off like a pig. But do realize that a company doesn't pay to sleep or hog like a pig.

Yes, I don't sleep during my working hours. How awesome am I?

7) The Break Time: Ah! Now this happens with me everyday. Yes, every freaking day. *Sniff* There are times when I wonder if my company is paying me for spending time in the cafeteria. How I wish they did!

I wish!

I still wish!

8) Social Networking Sites: How many of us do this? I don't. I mean I would have but then my company isn't a Facebook-ho. 

Honestly, I see many friends on Facebook, Gmail, Skype during their working hours and I wonder how they manage to work with so much entertainment and picture-viewing going on in their mind. Some workers!

And with this, I come to the end of the post.

I have completed two months in my office and unlike others, I don't crib over going to the office. I look forward for each day. Period. Yes, to have fun. (Obviously) 

The Book Collection Drive

                               “Those who can read and write have four eyes”

How true is that? A well-read person is an epitome of knowledge and if the same person can also write well, then, it is an icing on the cake. With an initiative like this on mind, Gyaan Exchange has launched a book drive called ‘Pan India Book Collection Drive.’ This drive aims at collecting books from various people across the country and the collected books will be donated to an NGO called Goonj.

Before I delve deeper into the details, I’ll give a brief introduction about Gyaan Exchange. Gyaan exchange is an online community which creates a platform for any person who wishes to teach the skills he possesses. For instance, a photographer can take up photography classes. In short, teachers and students enrol there and learn things. And honestly, there are quite interesting classes.

On this October 11^th, Gyaan Exchange turns a year old and to mark this occasion, they are conducting a national level book collection drive. The donor who gives the maximum number of books will be given some exciting gifts. Also, the top three winners and ten lucky winners will be given gift hampers. How nice!

So, I hope most of us will donate some books for this cause. The books can be sent to:

Noesis Knowledge Solutions, 105 Regal Diamond Center, Opera House, Mumbai 400004. Contact Number: 91676064692.

Note: Books can be sent through Flipkart or any other e-commerce sites by giving the address mentioned.

More about Gyaan Exchange: www.gyaanexchange.com

More about Goonj NGO: www.goonj.org

Queen of Babble Gets Hitched

I have started reading chic-lits very recently and I love them. Having said that, I must also say that I love chic-lits only if they are written by Sophie Kinsella. And honestly, I have never taken a great liking towards Meg Cabot’s books but I must admit that this book was an interesting one.

This book is the third part of the Queen of Babble series and I made a note to read the other parts too. So the story goes like this—A boy, a girl, and the love. Such a cliché! But there are few added twists to this story.

Lizzie, a wedding gown restorer, she loves her job and is a workaholic. She falls in love with a man called Luke, who has no responsibility at all. Luke keeps migrating from his interests and of course, professions too. And then, there is Luke’s best friend, Chaz! Once in a while, you read a book and you fall in love with a character. Chaz is definitely one such character. All I did imagine while reading the book was Ashton Kutcher as Chaz.

Luke dumps Lizzie and goes away from New York. He says that he cannot see her in his future. She tries to forget him, cries, and cuddles with Chaz who happens to love her. Everything seems okay but one morning, things go topsy-turvy.

Luke comes back to Lizzie with a big rock and proposes her. Like every girl, she melts and goes weak in the knees and accepts his proposal without a second thought and bang, things go so wrong that she cannot pull herself from the mess.

On one hand, she thinks that she loves Luke and on the other hand, she is attracted towards Chaz and wants him for herself but of course, she doesn’t admit that. In simple words, she lives in denial. In due course, she develops a friendship with a celebrity and loses out on it just like all her relationships.

The remaining part of the story is how she mends her broken relationships with the celebrity, how she walks out of the relationship and has an adventurous relationship with Chaz (This so satisfied my evil mind), and of course, her wedding.

This book is one of those few contemporary chic-lits with the right amount of romance and comedy.  

Confessions of A Rockstar!

We formed a rock-band with so many ideas in mind, and so many thoughts and plans. We wanted to create a revolution by playing mere tunes on our guitars, we imagined crowds swooning over us, and girls going gaga over us. Thrash! It takes a lot of hard-work, and talent to reach that level but most importantly, we need a good network and contacts. Of course!

It was the day of our first gig. We were invited to a non-descript college to perform in their annual fest and it was on that day we realized that the rock scene in India or to be more precisely, in Hyderabad was so old school. The crowd was hilarious. Let alone head-banging, they did not even stand in spite of begging them to stand. Literally! And we had to stop. I mean how much can we beg them to cheer us? And then there are people who can never differentiate between grunge rock and emo rock. What a shame!

The most common misconception is: A rock-star should have long, dishevelled hair! Whatever happened to the neat cut, clean-shaven look? Well, God alone knows. It is said that few rock-stars are drug-addicts; it is evident that few are addicted to booze, and it is clear that few are addicted to Red-Bull. And we are teetotallers and hence, are treated as underdogs. Disgusting!

These days, there is no value for rock music. Yes, really! People care only for metal music. People who do not accept rock music, or for that matter any form of music happily accept metal music and fall head over heels for it. We are tired of attending rock-band contests too because eventually, at the end of the day, it is always a metal band that bags the first prize. And that is just so predictable, right?

And then, there is always a problem with finding proper rooms for jamming. Our parents are never so altruistic in this area. Unfortunately, almost every band faces this problem. The crowd here hardly enjoys Clapton and Springsteen and sorry, we are not much into Iron-Maiden or Carpathian Forest and if you consider that as a crime then who cares? Just like you do not care about our music, we do not care about your hatred for us. Also, we cannot go around playing thrash metal, encouraging satanic verses, and killing our love for music.

Now, we just hope that....people would encourage good music, no matter whichever band it is. We believe in good music. And one day, we would just love to come out with a good band, and when we die, we want a history like John Lennon or Kurt Cobain, for that matter.

Afterglow!

The cool breeze of the beach lulled him into sleep, the blue sky pleased him, and the foamy waves touched his feet. He felt better, he wanted to make up for all the time he slogged in his office, and worked over-time. It has been a week and he came to the beach every day. As he walks towards a shack, he tells us his story and warns us that it is not a very interesting story.

Vishal! You would not take him as a random guy. He owned an advertising organization and was considered to be one of the top notch young achievers. All the entrepreneurship magazines carried his interviews and start-up stories, and few colleges did case-studies on his company. Yet his private life was very discreet and he never entertained media. Everything one knew about him was related to his company and his work.

Every day, he would come to the beach and park his car in a nearby mall and would walk to the beach like a normal guy. What he did not know was that a girl warily followed him. Rumana, an intern at his office fell for him the first time she met him and she definitely did not consider it as an out-of-college infatuation. Well, okay, she is sort of out-of-college excited girl but she took a liking for him instantly. The first time she saw him was the day she can never forget and she vividly remembers every detail of the day. Yes, even the intricate ones! It was the orientation day and Vishal addressed all the interns. She liked everything about him and honestly, she believed that all the Mills & Boons stories leaped into reality.

But today was different. She wanted to talk to him about this, about them. Her friends forced her to do this and she thought it was the right thing to do.

She walked upto him in the shack and meekly waved at him.

“Hey Ramya”, he did not want any company.

“It’s Rumana, sir. If you don’t mind, can I join you? I need to talk to you.” She was unhappy that he did not even know her name well.

“Oh! I am sorry. Just having a bad day, trying to snap out of it! So, Rumana, tell me. Has anyone been troubling you at work? Is everything alright?” Vishal never wanted his employees to be troubled by fellow employees. Of course, which boss would want that?

“Oh no, it is not that. Work is great, sir. I wanted to talk about something else.”

“Yes?”

“But please do not try to misunderstand me. Umm...I mean just try to understand what I am saying. It is like...”

“Rumana, you are stammering.” Vishal was impatient now. It was time for him to leave.

“Umm...yes...err...gulp...Sir; the thing is I like you. I like you...I mean I like you...as in not in a normal way, you know. I fell for you the moment I saw you. I can vividly picture the first day of my work. You walked in wearing a black shirt. You looked amazing, sir.”

“Impossible relationships”, he uttered in disgust.

“Oh no, sir, don’t say that. I mean if you think it is the problem of employer-worker thing, I can walk out of the company. It won’t be impossible then.”

“Rumana, you have no clue what you are talking. You are too young for all this. It is time for you to focus on your career.”

“I am 22 now”, she flared her nostrils in the air, “and you are 26. I am not too young.”

“Rumana, I am married and I am so devoted to my wife. I love her more than anything else. I cannot imagine any other woman in my life.”

Tears welled in Rumana’s eyes.

“No, you are lying. You cannot be married. You are just 26. Please Vishal, sorry sir. Don’t lie to me.”

“Preeti and I were together in college and married immediately after college. I know that we were rather stupid to get married at that age but we wanted to be together, and so we did! We did not care about our age, our parents; we wanted to be together and that was all that mattered to us”, he pauses to remove his wallet and fishes out a picture of him and Preeti.

She takes the picture and holds it in her hands and stares at it with tears in her eyes. Preeti was indeed very beautiful.

“But sir, I have read your interview somewhere and it said that you were single”, she clinged on to her last hope.

“Ah! It was a printing mistake.” He brushed it away and said, “So, I assume that we are done here. See you at work, tomorrow. Okay?”

“Yes sir. Thank you, bye.” She got up and ran to her car without even looking at him.

Vishal felt sorry for her but what could he do? He walked to his car at the mall and bought a bunch of flowers for Preeti and got into the car. After reaching home, he opened the door and walked to the mantelpiece. He carefully placed the bunch of the flowers in a vase at the feet of his wife’s portrait, stared at the portrait wondering how beautiful she looked, even in a photograph. He stood there for a while staring at the picture and sighed.

It has been two years that Preeti has died in a car crash and Vishal hasn’t gotten over it, quite obviously. She was all that he had. And after she was gone, he had nothing in his hands and had nobody. She was the only friend he had. She was his wife, his girl-friend, his booze-mate, his confidant, his world. And now, it was all gone. After she died, he followed this daily ritual of getting her flowers and replacing the flowers. Purple tulips, always! It was her favourite.

The next day, he reached office a half an hour late. It was raining very heavily and he was stuck up in a traffic jam. On his way to the cabin, he saw that Rumana’s cubicle was empty. And he just stared at the cubicle, which was full of purple and all, now looked empty and dull. But, he felt nothing! He just stared into the void, and walked away.

She!

She shook her head and left the kitchen in turmoil. She knew what lay ahead of her. Work, hatred, work and more hatred!

With too many thoughts in her mind, she entered the room of her teenage son who was lying on a bean bag and playing a video game. One look around his room and she knew why he called for her. He looked at her carelessly and smirked.

“Mom, please clean my room. My friends will be coming in the evening and will stay tonight. So please cook some nice snacks and dinner for them. But please do not embarrass me by coming in front of them. You cannot even speak English, let alone understanding our conversations.”

Without paying any heed to his insults, she started cleaning his room and stacked up all the empty pizza boxes in a corner and with concern, she told him, “Mittu, if you stack up all these pizza boxes and throw them after a week or so, you will catch diseases, beta! It is very important for us to throw away stale food and the cartons containing them. And having so much of coke and chips will harm your health.”

And of course, she gets no reply from him. So she throws away all the boxes, changes the bed-sheets, sweeps his room and asks him before leaving the room, what he would do if she was not present.

“Ah! Don’t worry about me, mom. I would hire a servant. She will do the job.”

She was insulted every day. She had to go through this treatment each day but this was the limit for her. She could not take it up any longer and barged into the kitchen and started weeping slowly. What could she do anyway? How could she improve her little son’s behaviour now, who in my view was as fat as a bull? And of course, she cannot spank him and set him straight for he was a teenager which in my view is totally non-sense. Parents can set their children right whenever they want to even if he is a teenager or a middle-aged person.

Come evening, she kept herself busy in cooking and setting up food for her son and his friends. The only time when she was asked to appear in front of the kids was when she had to serve the food. It was dinner time and the kids appeared at the table. When she was setting the table, few kids volunteered to help her. Her son was furious with them and asked them to join him but they did not listen.

One kid chirped in, “Aunty, please eat along with us.”

She refused saying that she would eat along with her husband. Another kid said that he thought she wasn’t home because she did not even welcome them or wish them. Her son laughed and brushed it aside. And much to the disgust of the kids, he asked her to leave the room rudely. She left the room and went into her bedroom. She was very tired with the day’s work and tried to relax by reading a book. Later, she called her husband to ask where he was. Satisfied with his reply, she got back to her book. Her thoughts wandered, she could not understand why her son treated her like that. She was always nice to him, helped him, loved him, and protected him, she was his mother. She remembered those happy days when her son loved her and played with her but everything changed three years back. He was no more a child; he said that he had no time to cuddle with her. He was a grown-up. Yes, at a mere fifteen!

After the hearty meal, the kids dispersed into her son’s room and it was time her husband came home. He was the only person who treated her nicely in the entire house.

It was her birthday today. Her son and her mother-in-law did not acknowledge it, let alone wishing her warmly. Her husband came home with sweets, a cake and a gift for her, the solitaire set that she always wanted. A quiet dinner with her husband was what she wanted, and during the dinner, she voiced out her woes to him. She filled him in all that has happened today; she asked him why her son did not love her. Her husband, who knew nothing of this behaviour was furious with her for not telling him this before. He summoned his son and asked his friends to leave in a nice manner. His friends who understood the situation were more than happy to leave as they were disgusted of his behaviour towards his mother.

His father asked him why he was behaving with his mother in this manner. And here comes the reply,

“Why should I treat her well? Dadi says that she is not nice. She is good-for-nothing. She cannot talk English; she cannot understand the books I read. In short, she is just so alien to my life. I cannot relate with her, dad.”

His mother went inside the room not wanting to be a part of this conversation. But his father wanted this conversation to happen. In his way!

“Of course, a boy who cannot even do statistics in his tests calls his mother good-for-nothing. She, who apparently did her engineering and topped our college, left her job and her dreams to be a house-wife and to be a part of a boy’s life who hardly scores 40 in maths. What a shame! She, who wrote pieces for commercial magazines, and news-papers in our college, cannot speak English? Ironically, she cannot understand the books that you read because they aren’t even literature. In short, she is an alien in your life because you have chosen to see her like that. You have no values, and cannot respect your mother. But I do have! This lady, your mother was a meritorious student in our college and if she takes up a job, she can easily earn more than me but she chose to stay home and cook for me. But you will never realize the value of your mother till she is with you. And when you realize, it will be too late.”

The Ten Movies!

Last time, I wrote a blog-post on ten books and this time, I wrote on movies but not for my blog. I have written it for my friend, Asisha's blog.

This is the link to the post: The Ten Movies

Do visit her blog and read the post. :-)