The last day

This is a time to think about resolutions but I nver make any based on the premise that I rarely keep promises made to myself. I just do things one fine day and it's never on the new year. This last year has seen so many positive changes for us. We moved into our own house, bought our first car, anshuman won a quiz for the second year in a row and most important of all I got a job I love.
For the first time I feel a little sad seeing this year end. I've been so happy in it. I want this happiness to spill over and double itself in the new year. I sometimes feel that's too much to ask...will things continue the way they are or there will be daunting challenges to be face. Either ways I am as ready as I will ever be for the future to unfold.
As a tradition on this blog. I will thank the people who have made this year so worthwhile. My mother for talking to me even when there's nothing much to say. My father for his infectious joy. My sister for fighting with circumstances so gracefully. Papa Kishore for being a constant source of encouragement. Anna and Mukul for all their love. Ninna for being the best little dog in the whole world.
All my friends in Dubai for their companionship and generous hospitality. Zaid my boss for making work so enriching. Gazal for her consistent comments and deep friendship. Swasti for being far yet so close.
Last but not the least Anshuman, for being my best friend, lover and fellow traveller in life.
So thank you all for making this year one of the best I have ever had. At the end of this post I feel uplifted and not so sad after all as I realise I am taking you all with me to the next year.

Happy new year!

No comment

There's no comment on my last post. Clearly Gazal has not had the time to come by. Sigh where are you my faithful friend :)

The Leo Burnett pencil

For the first time I stole. A Leo Burnett pencil in office. I have also 'borrowed' a notepad, eraser and a blade. In my defence I need these things and they are all over the office. I had to 'borrow' them because I had already requested my boss to give me the Leo Burnett Notebook which he did so I felt stupid asking for a pencil. So I took someone else's. Again in my defence that person had three of them.

I love this fat black pencil with it's smooth dark lead. It is such a pleasure to write with it that I have filled several pages of the big notepad. I am not a genius so amazing things to write about are hard to come by so I write the songs that I listen to. Since I know all the lyrics I try to race with the singer and as you can imagine I always lose in the end because there's no way I can write as fast as Mark Knopfler sings.

I am trying to improve my handwriting which has greatly suffered since I switched to computers. I used to have a good handwriting and now it's not half bad, as in half of it is actually good and then for some inexplicable reason it changes and become illegible. I enjoy it anyway, the physical act of writing is somehow always so soothing.

Love the pencil. Would steal it again if I had to.

secret santa image post

discovering the thong


opening the present

Secret Santa

so there's something called as secret santa in the office. You pick out the name of a coleague and give them a gift. I gave someone earrings which she loved. Someone gave me a purse and a thong. I am dying to know who this was. heh heh

Being Boss

So there was something called IPC today in office which basically means Internal Review. I still don't know what IPC stands for. then there is GPC which stands Global Something Something review which someone other than the agency does. So each ad is rated on a scale of one to ten. The boss of my boss made a presentation to his big bosses and they made judgement never moving beyond 5 to 7 points. The feedback though directed at the whole team is mostly taken by one lone wolf- the boss. One might think that its cushy to be boss, telling people what to do but I understood that the boss has to take the hits for his team just as much as the applause and sometimes at a public forum.
There was a long presentation of ads from various branches of the company and it was an excellent mix of learning and fun. It's amazing how much fun advertising can be and the keen insight you need into human behaviour to be effective at it. It's sad that I discovered advertising at such a late age. I'm glad I'm here now though. And I love it. So here's to my Boss's Boss- You were graceful at all times!

Bitch

I found my temper today as opposed to losing it. It truly tells me that I have grown older and wiser. This woman in office pissed me off as hell. She is thin and pretty and believes that she is God's gift to mankind. She has a constant smug smile on her face. She never says hello. Today she pointed out a mistake in my copy and when i asked her to call the person concerned to cross check she spread her hands like her fingers will fall off if she makes one call. What an A-class bitch.
Point is that I got really angry and wanted to slap her. the Parul 10 years ago would have. I have slapped people when I was younger. Today I just bitched about her to my boss and left it at that. then I had a big lunch and everything began getting better with my first bite of the delicious dessert. Although I am hoping that she will piss me off just one more time and I WILL slap her this time. What a bitch.

Here

I am in Dubai. Came to work like a good girl and have done some little work. the weather outside is beautiful, not too warm and not too cold so you can't decide whether you should wear a jacket or not. My boss is playing guitar with a colleague on bongos. I know that sounds strange but it's the truth. I should probably offer to do a belly dance but I will settle for Inxs on itunes. I might have to stay here late today, proofreading and signing releases. Sounds like bad sex. It's actually worse.
I love John Irving's books. I've read all of them with the exception of 'The imaginary girlfriend' and 'the 52 pound marriage' ( that's what it's called I think) Yesterday there was a movie on TV based on one of his books called 'A prayer for Owen Meany' The movie is called 'Simon Birch' I really liked the book and kind of like the movie. A movie rarely manages to get the essence of the book. Few exceptions are Godfather, Good intentions, Kiterunner and some others i can't remember right now.
New development in my life is that there is a tradition in office that on christmas there is something known as the secret santa. They put everyone's name in a bag and you choose one name and buy them a gift which they get on christmas. So I have agreed to participate. I hope I will make a new friend. let's see.
Ninna has come home smelling like a baby from Dr Elizabeth's place. They use baby shampoo to wash her. She is such a sweetheart. I miss her when I m at work. To sit at home with Ninna by my side even working all day feels like nothing. In office sitting on a chair looking at a computer with nothing to do can sometimes feel impossible and alone.
Delhi trip was good. Great spending time with Mummy , Papa and Mini. Did lots of shopping.
I am proud of the fact that ever since i decided to use this space like a journal, I've been pretty consistent in writing. The importance that I used to attach to comments is greatly diminished even though I like them when they turn up every now and then. It's a good feeling to write for the sheer pleasure of writing.

201

the last post was the 200th post. I am going to Delhi tomorrow. Was pretty homesick for some time. Actually that's not true because I am homesick most of the time. Always ready to go to India. It's a short trip and I wish I had more time but I have to come back and join work. These days work is slow like a love song. But it's tough to hear the same song everyday...

3 songs

you can spend a whole day on the shoulders of three good songs.

MP3

I downloaded a song for the first time and it's such an exciting thing. I don't know why I never did it before and kept asking anshuman to do it for me. He finally gave up today because he is very busy. His workload has increased and he talks to himself more than usual. Sometimes I think this apparition he speaks to talks back.

Ah another song is over yippie!