Random Musings

Seriously, sometimes my life is so funny, it’s not even funny. Just in December I was all dull and grey, at a low ebb, even. Things weren’t really looking up, and I was grappling with all sorts of existential questions. You know, the sorts you think of when you have Rs.732.36 in the bank, no job, no admission anywhere, and the prospect of living on home food for a long while. (Hang on, home food?? that’s not so bad.. strike that.. but the rest counts!). I simply refused to face facts, and be all mature. This decision of mine was helped by the presence in Jaipur, after many long years in the hinterlands of that tiny little unimportant country where they play a pansy ass game all padded up and call it football, of TR and Nish-boy.

These two personages shall not be identified further, since I have a sneaking suspicion that one day both of ‘em are going to be Very Important®, and we don’t want biographers coming across this post then, mmmm-kay? Good. Anyway, so here we all were, the awesome threesome, reunited again. So what did we do? Did we talk about our careers? The future? Getting married, maybe? (Not to each other, dumbass, don’t bother reading further if you’re going to be cracking silly ones like that.) Perhaps investment advice??

Heh.

Here’s what we actually did, in no particular order:

1. Ate till we couldn’t walk.
2. Played Pro Evolution Soccer 2010 all night long.
3. Bought a cricket kit. With pads, gloves, leather ball, the whole enchilada. And then proceeded to use it.
4. Flew kites till our fingers bled and our hearts were gladdened.
5. Bought 500 kites for Makar Sankranti, only managed to fly about a hundred of them, since we’re all such extreme experts at kite flying. (yes, even Nish-B)
6. Laughed at each other’s plans, with no thought of offering support and/or consolation.
7. Drove to Nahargarh at 1 AM
8. Drove to Ramgarh at 2 AM
9. Saw mysterious men with torches coming towards us at Ramgarh, panicked and ran.
10. Possibly imbibed minor amounts of various alcoholic substances in a safe, and sober manner, with absolutely no silly behavior whatsoever.

Lest they be mortally offended, let me not forget the others who were there. Again, in no particular order, there was Manu “I ONLY WEAR CLOTHES THAT HAVE FMS EMBLAZONED ON THEM” B and Pu-Wa the amazing margarita drinker and all around cutie. Besides these two, there were a host of minor players, Zo-Wa, Bu-B, and so on, who had small, but poignant, roles to play.

So yes, like I was saying December was a month of doom and gloom. Nevertheless, I kept the stiff upper lip, and soldiered on.

Imagine my relief, then, when I learnt that I’ve actually been accepted to a decent B-school. Finance fell into place, and life looked up. However, I was still home, and pretty much broke. I might have had a little more than 732.36 (poetic license, don’t ya know??), but not a whole lot more.

And then, out of the blue, I was offered a job. And not just ANY job, no-siree. I don’t do normal, apparently. I was asked to head the Delhi operations of a firm that was about to open it’s office in Delhi. And not some teensy-weensy mom and pop joint, a pretty decently sized one. So here I am in Delhi, renting office space, hiring people, talking to vendors, and generally learning that running an office is pretty damn tough! Sigh, I even have to keep track of the law! Dukan Aur Vanijya Adhishthan Adhiniyam,1962, anyone??

So that’s me. It’s all good and getting better, and that’s how it always should be, is it not? And THAT, my friend, is what keeps me looking like a twenty two year old…

Weeeellll, maybe not 22. Might have exaggerated a smidgen there. More like 25. That’s still alrighty!

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