Life's Like That

Monday, August 14, 2006

Things I have learnt this week...

  • Being promoted to manager means nothing. You do the same shit you were doing earlier plus some more shit is dumped on you 'coz "you are a manager now, its your responsibility". And the pay is not that great either.
  • When your boss has a baby, it means a WHOLE lot of extra work for you 'coz he goes on paternity leave. Almost makes you wish that YOU were having a baby so that YOU could be on leave as well.
  • I hate office politics. It sucks, specially when Im caught right in the middle of it.
  • Clients...GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! Lets leave it at that.
  • I seem to be a verrrry good cook. I not only follow recipes very well, I am also apparantly capable of creating new recipes which involve minimal labour, yet lead people to think that something as tasty as this must have involved a long complicated process...which means that they look at me with renewed respect and tell me all sorts of nice things.Considering the fact that about 8 months I didnt know how to even peel a potato I think that a remarkable achievement. *smirks*
  • Large amounts of whiskey on an empty stomach is not a good idea. Especially if you are me...that doesnt sound right but you know what I mean.
  • After a few drinks (on an empty stomach) I am capable of finding Ice Age 2 emotionally draining and capable of bursting into tears and wailing "noone loves me" for almost an hour(Or so Im told by "certain people" who have used this incident to decide rather unfairly that I must not be allowed to drink! Gah!).
  • I think I have been watching too many K serials. Because when I was drunk, I apparantly took some time off lamenting my unloved state to discuss how I wished this certain person whom I HAAATTTTTTTTEEE would somehow have an accident and be dependant on me and beg me from his wheelchair for a drink of water, while I would stand just out of his reach and pour the water away in front of this thirst ravaged eyes, and laugh demonically (is there such a word?) at his misery. Very Ekta Kapoor vampish. I think its high time I stopped treating Kyunki like an entertaining comedy and stopped watching the impossible antics of its charecters. Its clearly affecting my brains.
  • I also like to use the word asshole a lot when it comes to this person whom i HAAATTTTEEE. According to the boy I called him an asshole about 50 times. According to him the conversation went like this : "Sobbsobbb nooone lovvvvesss meee.Sob. Gulp. XYS is an ASSHOLE. Nobody even cares for me. Howl.Wail. Asshole. A-S-S-H-O-L-E!!"And so on and so forth. Most embarrassing. I do remember all of this vaguely. *Blush*
  • The boy can be rather sweet when Im hopelessly drunk and wallowing in self pity (and hatred). I distinctly remember him insisting that I eat chicken and go to sleep. He also patted my head a lot and kept wrapping this really thick blanket around me, which was a little odd considering it was hot and I kept throwing it off. Maybe he was drunk as well. He also offered me everything from a large stuffed puppy(with a rose in its mouth, gift from my sister..kinda cute) to this pillow that I absolutely cannot sleep without, to a book.Sweet isnt he? Can we have a collective "aaaaawwwwwwww" to embarrass him a little more?
  • It is advisable to marry within your community to avoid confusion and stress. In case you are marrying outside of your community, it is highly advisable to run away and get married. Inform your parents about your decision, it is likely that they will heave sighs of relief ans encourage you.(I know ours are cursing us for not thinking of this earlier). Or else, insist on a court marriage, DO NOT be as foolish as us and get into a social jogakhichudi wedding situation. Because if you do, you might just discover that the two sets of parents are suddenly incapable of communicating each others points of view, or too overcome with the hassles of being nice to clearly state what needs to be done for a particular function, or completely stressed out by the requirments of another function to think clearly. You will suddenly discover that you need to call your future mother in law and find out what your parents need to gift her son at something called a roka, and exactly what she plans to gift you. It is stressful and embarassing to say the least. Dont do it!!! Learn from my mistakes.

I must go and call her now. Soooooo uncomfortable. What am I supossed to say? "Aunty, what are you giving me at the roka?" Eeeps!! Help!!

18 Comments:

  • hmmmmm..ki aar bolbo. Shobai job niye frustrated..ar shobai mod kheye abul tabul kotha bole. Biyer kotha bolar jonne amar boyesh hoy nei :D

    By Anonymous bijoyyy, at 5:17 AM  

  • Such as life but i am impressed with the way you have coped with the situation

    By Anonymous rahul, at 5:34 AM  

  • Tumi ranna korte paro. Ki kore? Aami toh persona non grata in rannnaghor, meep.
    Congrats on promotion!

    By Blogger good morning, midnight, at 8:35 AM  

  • Roka'ta ashirbaad'er moto na? Jewellery, sadi, ei shob gift kore bodhoi...maane ghorer Lakshmi'ke bendhe rakha aar ki.
    My knowledge comes from dimly remembered Marwari friends in Purulia. And k-serials, hee.

    By Blogger good morning, midnight, at 8:39 AM  

  • very enlightening and entertaining post, must say :) Biye is always stressful. What is roka BTW?

    By Blogger M (tread softly upon), at 9:32 AM  

  • Haan, toh ami ja bolchhilam. Oirokom K-serial day dreams amaro hoy, except that the poor man intended is my baba. Maane, iye aar ki. Amra ektu militant type family...

    But congratulations on the promotion. I sense BIG trouble in the office politics front (though hopefully it sounds like it's over now). All the best for dealing with the collective bitchism of the world. Total Xena-type attitude adopt korbe, okay? :-)

    By Blogger Rimi, at 3:15 PM  

  • hehe... at least you are not like me... I cry all over the place and call people up and tell them my deepest darkest secrets, only to forget all of it the next day... and then people starts blackmailing me with it.

    By Blogger panu, at 11:56 PM  

  • cross-community biye... don't worry, you will be forgiven everything because "kya karein, ladki bangali hai" (I hope that was ok hindi)

    By Anonymous T, at 5:21 AM  

  • Oh Ron kalke congrats ta diytei bhule gechhilam. I mean the second half of the post became so engrossing je ashol kotha ta bhule gechhilam. So....congrats on the promotion!

    By Blogger M (tread softly upon), at 5:55 AM  

  • hahah!
    Well sweety...i have also had an intercaste marriage and I completely relate to the whole drama and yes we had a roka and then an engagement and then marriage...!

    But trust me when its all over u'll laugh over it...and it will be on the most amusing experiences of ur life!:-)

    So enjoy it while it lasts!

    By Blogger Ekta, at 9:27 PM  

  • @bijoy: honey exactly how young do you think you are!!? jotoshob!!

    @rahul: ummm...am going to ignore the fact that that very pompous statement is sooooooo different from the kind of unflattering things you keep saying to me in person and take you at face value n say thank you very graciously.

    @gm, m: yes well, live alone and you will learn too. and yes roka is what u said.khub stressful.

    @m: thank you. but promotion is naamei promotion...added jhamela n thats all. as for roka..its somewhat like aashirbaad, only involving some token amount of financial exchanges. both families exchange money n gifts n finalise the rishta so to speak. make me think of the way we pay money in advance to book hotel rooms....same principle really...payment has been made so we wont look at other hotels/ clients or in this case other rishtas.

    @panu: omigod!!!! did i call people and tell them things!!?? omigod! i cant remember!!! must ask the boy!!! goodness!!!

    @rimi: hehheh!! read tht post on your father. poor man, i think you are being too harsh. ok ok dont kill me. as for office politics, its an on going process unfortunatley. ill just have to find a way out for myself :(

    @t : aarey!! ora aamake already "bangalan" bolche..maane they are referring to me as that. kano jaani na kothata kamon insulting shonaye :(

    @ekta: i hope we will be able to laught it off someday. right now i feel all this confusion is causing irreparable damage to my sense of humour :P

    By Blogger Ron, at 3:02 AM  

  • hahah!
    This marriage thing sounds soooo familiar...even we had a roka and I had no clue what a roka ceremony was all about..anywayz our happened very casually and thankfully none of our parents made a big affair outta it!

    By Blogger Anand, at 11:51 PM  

  • Harrow-r ekta pub-r baire lekhata porechilam "A drunken man's speech is a soberman's well-kept secret". Tappor theke pete mallu porle ami sudhu Saigal-konthi hoye "Jaab dil hi tut gaya chara" kono sobdo ber korina.Sur-kotha bhul hole loke easily mataal bole maaf kore deye.

    By Blogger Bishu, at 1:04 AM  

  • This is the most hilarious blog I have ever read. Ron, you just make simplest things sound so funny.

    By Blogger Ambaree, at 5:58 AM  

  • @anand: problem here is that everybody concerned is being a little too casual and chilled out, thereby leading to a whole lot of confusion.

    @bishu: what profound things one finds written in pubs. i think i shall stick to singing from now on as well.

    @ambaree: helllo!!! such a pity that our first interaction has to be on blogsphere.but very nice of you to visit and even nicer of you to say such nice things.please do keep visiting :)
    why dont you come to bangalore sometime? make that useless boy bring u. and tell him i called him useless :P

    By Blogger Ron, at 12:01 AM  

  • I totallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy agree with the office part of your post. I was actually smiling and nodding while reading it. :D
    And yes, ranna. Ami ekat special brand of ranna te specialise korechi - leftover ranna and recycled ranna. :P

    By Blogger Rita, at 11:53 AM  

  • @rita : i hate coming to office right now...u know that man i wrote about..the one i HAAAAATTTTEEEEE..he is a client, that should tell you how much i hate work right now. As for recycled ranna, given the fact that my maid is on a bunking spree, i guess now is the time to take that up seriously :(

    By Blogger Ron, at 5:29 AM  

  • My mom came running to find out why I was laughing like a maniac at 11pm, and waking up a very sleepy neighbourhood in the process.

    I dont quite agree with the person who says u shudnt drink on an empty stomach, how else are we to get our laughs? :-D

    "make me think of the way we pay money in advance to book hotel rooms....same principle really...payment has been made so we wont look at other hotels/ clients or in this case other rishtas."

    lmao.

    By Blogger BangaloreGuy, at 10:42 AM  

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