Hii there !!!
Its barely two hours and am blogging again. Just came back from a post-dinner stroll in the lush green campus of the Bank colony. I normally tread upon the road that cuts straight from the main road that runs in front of our colony and winds through four blocks of appartments categorised by the designation of the occupant. This evening also I was following the familiar path but when I saw a group of my senior colleagues idem facias, I changed my way into the lush green playground to avoid any kind of conversation. It really seems awkward to greet each one of them separately. Its not that I am shy or a complete stranger, its just that I am a bit familiar to most of them, as the bank is a big fraternity in itself.
In the beginning my pace was brisk as the only thing that was in my mind was speeding up the churning of the muscles of my stomach which otherwise have become slower, thanks to the nature of my job. Slowly, my eyes started to wander from the lawn to the flats to the cars plying on the road, it wasn't too late that I realised that I have slowed down. My thought process took me to a somewhat unpleasant incident that had happened in my branch in the morning. One of my colleagues got a firm grilling from the branch head due to the callous attitude of another fellow. I realised that playing the blame game comes quite naturally to many of us, and how tactfully we stifle the voice of our own conscience. My attention then moved to two young ladies doing the rounds dressed up in jumpers and again a cascade of thoughts flowed through my mind. I was reminded of the fitness conscious ladies who push thmeselves and their families to the extreme to maintain that craved-after hour-glass figure. Well, thats good in one way and I brushed off the thought in the same manner as it had come.
In the very next moment, I was at my home with my parents. I, then, analysed my relationship with my parents. Throughout my childhood and teenage, my love for my parents was grounded on my dependence upon them for my overall growth and survival, and the sense of ownership over parents develops during the formative period of its life. I would then, argue with my parents without feeling bad about it later, I would throw tantrums at them push my demands and do anything and everything that qualifies as the right of a child, or assumed. But for the last couple of years, the basis of my relationship with my parents has undergone a sea change. A sense of responsibilty towards them, a realisation that even at this age, I need them as a safe haven when winds are hostile and a feeling of love have all replaced the rebel child that I have talked of before. I now realise that my existence is impossible without them and my kid sister. Well, thats why perhaps I have applied for an inter-crcle transfer to the shock of some of my ambitious friends who believe that this is the age to rise and shine in career. They are finally disgusted with me as all their plea have fallen on deaf years. I then drew up a list of things which I have to do for my parents.
The ringing of my cell phone brought me back to the campus and I saw an sms alert. Advsertisement message from my service provider. These days the service industry has undergone a visible transformation from self-centric to customer-centric. Well, all that remains the same is the motive of all hard efforts, i.e. profit. I, myself, being in the service industry is a victim of the wave of "consumerism" that at times leaves me with tired nerves. We make every possible effort to snatch away any opportunity of business from our rivals. Plans, strategies, closed door meetings have become a part of our lives. Aggressive marketing, at times, irritates the customer than draw him closure. Busy people howling over their phones at the poor telecallers is not an uncommon sight !!!! Poor people, they are paid for being verbally molested !!!! My sympathies are with them and they deserve, if not your business relation with the company that has hired them, a sweet and soft denial with all the ingredients that make for a civilised man.
The feel of fatigue in my calves that had resulted due to the accumulation of lactic acid in my leg muscles made me put a stop at my post-dinner walk. A glance at my mobile told me that I had been walking for some three-quarters of an hour. I started walking back towards my appartment, while on the way I spotted the 220cc Pulsar of one of my colleagues, for which, he had become an object of envy for me, and I realised that they are partying. I stay just below their flat and I have no clue !!! No issues !!!
Its two past eleven, and I should call it a day. Goodnight and sweet dreams !!!
Its barely two hours and am blogging again. Just came back from a post-dinner stroll in the lush green campus of the Bank colony. I normally tread upon the road that cuts straight from the main road that runs in front of our colony and winds through four blocks of appartments categorised by the designation of the occupant. This evening also I was following the familiar path but when I saw a group of my senior colleagues idem facias, I changed my way into the lush green playground to avoid any kind of conversation. It really seems awkward to greet each one of them separately. Its not that I am shy or a complete stranger, its just that I am a bit familiar to most of them, as the bank is a big fraternity in itself.
In the beginning my pace was brisk as the only thing that was in my mind was speeding up the churning of the muscles of my stomach which otherwise have become slower, thanks to the nature of my job. Slowly, my eyes started to wander from the lawn to the flats to the cars plying on the road, it wasn't too late that I realised that I have slowed down. My thought process took me to a somewhat unpleasant incident that had happened in my branch in the morning. One of my colleagues got a firm grilling from the branch head due to the callous attitude of another fellow. I realised that playing the blame game comes quite naturally to many of us, and how tactfully we stifle the voice of our own conscience. My attention then moved to two young ladies doing the rounds dressed up in jumpers and again a cascade of thoughts flowed through my mind. I was reminded of the fitness conscious ladies who push thmeselves and their families to the extreme to maintain that craved-after hour-glass figure. Well, thats good in one way and I brushed off the thought in the same manner as it had come.
In the very next moment, I was at my home with my parents. I, then, analysed my relationship with my parents. Throughout my childhood and teenage, my love for my parents was grounded on my dependence upon them for my overall growth and survival, and the sense of ownership over parents develops during the formative period of its life. I would then, argue with my parents without feeling bad about it later, I would throw tantrums at them push my demands and do anything and everything that qualifies as the right of a child, or assumed. But for the last couple of years, the basis of my relationship with my parents has undergone a sea change. A sense of responsibilty towards them, a realisation that even at this age, I need them as a safe haven when winds are hostile and a feeling of love have all replaced the rebel child that I have talked of before. I now realise that my existence is impossible without them and my kid sister. Well, thats why perhaps I have applied for an inter-crcle transfer to the shock of some of my ambitious friends who believe that this is the age to rise and shine in career. They are finally disgusted with me as all their plea have fallen on deaf years. I then drew up a list of things which I have to do for my parents.
The ringing of my cell phone brought me back to the campus and I saw an sms alert. Advsertisement message from my service provider. These days the service industry has undergone a visible transformation from self-centric to customer-centric. Well, all that remains the same is the motive of all hard efforts, i.e. profit. I, myself, being in the service industry is a victim of the wave of "consumerism" that at times leaves me with tired nerves. We make every possible effort to snatch away any opportunity of business from our rivals. Plans, strategies, closed door meetings have become a part of our lives. Aggressive marketing, at times, irritates the customer than draw him closure. Busy people howling over their phones at the poor telecallers is not an uncommon sight !!!! Poor people, they are paid for being verbally molested !!!! My sympathies are with them and they deserve, if not your business relation with the company that has hired them, a sweet and soft denial with all the ingredients that make for a civilised man.
The feel of fatigue in my calves that had resulted due to the accumulation of lactic acid in my leg muscles made me put a stop at my post-dinner walk. A glance at my mobile told me that I had been walking for some three-quarters of an hour. I started walking back towards my appartment, while on the way I spotted the 220cc Pulsar of one of my colleagues, for which, he had become an object of envy for me, and I realised that they are partying. I stay just below their flat and I have no clue !!! No issues !!!
Its two past eleven, and I should call it a day. Goodnight and sweet dreams !!!
Superb!! You really write well...
ReplyDeleteYou post has moved from one area to the other, i dont know if they are correlated ... but then you have insightful thoughts for all... from better half(s) of your bosses to service provider's agony :)
hii there !!!! thanks MiNi !!!! well, they aren't co-related, but the lessons that life teaches us all the time come from such random happenings around us.....everybody has joy as well as pain...the commonality is, they want to share them........by jotting down their joys and sorrows, i am just attempting to be an anonymous well-wisher...take care !!!
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