Me Myself & Monica

Living Life

Its been so long none of us knows where the hell are we all in this part of world and you all complaining me that i dont write a mail.And every call that we make to each other is merely a confab starting with "how are u?" and ending with "so much to tell when we meet".I think we have find a polite way to say "Mind your own buisness" (hahahaha just kidding), with the same we too decide to call each other later and seldom we call .I wouldn't blame the professionalism for the change though. It is destiny, or may be you could call it life.Yes Life, esoteric in the true sense, for one does not understand why you meet hundreds of people everyday, work with so many, and still remain lonely.
Life in surat is nothing new with me .........comprising with my loneliness :( Staying alone in my 2 bedroom flat and been apprehensive.

I think my schedule will justify it

7.30 a.m ---> I have a free alram ringing on my door, with my milkman hitting my door so hard...and having got an cogent ultimatum from him i can't afford more than 3 hits........grabbing my jug and putting my glasses ..my day begins with the "darshan" of my vigorous milkman. Every weekend he never forgets his admonitory morning note (although knowing my reply would rarely differs) "should i bring milk tommorrow? better u sms me or call me..when next u require the milk??" (which always pushes me to think "phone ki hosiyaari" ya "doodh ki dadagiri"). Having picked the newspaper from the floor which has been lying there for more then an hour and the milk jug in the other hand , I plunge the door putting it hard to my milkman's face.

7.45 a.m ----> Having done the morning chaos .....putting the tea on one burner and milk on the other ,having already opened the kitchen windows and doors, the imperative morning breeze fill's my den. With the competition of cleaning my utensils faster then my milk boils.........i always win.Having filled the fresh water,cleaned the kitchen and having prepared the tea....my kitchen session is over .....Pouring my tea ( i still dont believe i make exactly measured one to fill my cup) and getting the newspaper and occupying myself . As I sip tea from the ubiquitous tea mug, reading the headlines and trickling down the tinted glass panes, veiling the scenic beauty outside my kitchen balcony , I tell myself recounting the days left for weekend.

8.00 a.m --> Writing down the past day's expense in my revenue book is my allegiance. Having done that , wrapping the bedding and cleaning the room , i make sure my house is adorn and acceptable to the unexcepted guest and myself. I shall accept that i do it ardorously. Having taken the bath and washed the clothes (except the tougher ones which are kept to be taken home on weekend). Squeazing cloths tightly in bedroom balcony always makes me feel of getting my ire on them. Getting the rejuvenation done for office , i checkout the grave task if pending any .......Electricity bill ...hutch bill....flat maintance...water bill.....muncipality charges.....milk bill.....newspaper bill......rason bill....cable bill....billl ..bills ...bills..... (....you could call it a net practice of a house wife with out a net("pati dev") ..hahahah). A cup of Milk and 2 "kharis" is my breakfast, bread and jam is the alternate option.

9.20 a. m --> Before i step out for the day..i make sure ..the balcony doors are shut....rooms are closed..kitchen window close...milk placed in fridge...clothes are pined ....dustbin placed outdoor...all switches off ...all tap tightly closed (specially the sink one)..toilet doors closed.Getting my purse with the cell and the I-card..the door finally shuts the day and I egress. The 8 mins walk to the office gives me enough time to call up my sis and dad , again a confab..rather a socio-family confab. Walking down the same lane for a year now, its the same agile.

9.30 a.m --> Here comes the office AGAIN. The lift grabbing me flashes the Speilberg's tripods in War of the Worlds , throwing me in the cage which i can't eschew.
Moving towards my extant department...and always making my idiosyncrasy correct. Having sitted at my place and logged into the system.A cheerful morning wishes
from garrulous Purab and Aftab makes my day. Shuffling the saved drafts of Morning mails...and picking one to be sent..is the first thing to be done on the PC.Making a call to mom, back at home in baroda is the second task to be done . And to that i get my own Morning mail as forwarded from my colleague's before i get my own (shall we call it a height of forwarding mails??? hahahha).Doing my routine work in the same sarcastic environment. But with all fabulous colleagues purab,rajni,aftab,dinesh,bhavin,ruchira,dhaivat bhai,and mital the working is ebullient. But with the arrival of irascible boss , the kids around starts drawling talks . Having been delayed to log on to Iqara chat messenger , there is always a reminder from some very good caring colleagues across the location. The offical chat is more of intractive problem solving and officious ...but i always tell purab it will soon be Iqara dating (hahahahhah)...but indeed the chat is the oasis to we hard working kids in truamatic condition.Sharing our joy and sorrow with some sitting far way but with the same domain. My chat always starts with sagar's note of "good morning monicaji" with a smile , that really makes my day ,and the same ending with "bye good nite monicaji". Indeed friend like Sagar and Ardhendu makes the day cool . The Day gets filled with some jabbering words Metasolv,Portal.CNR,LDAP,Rating,Registeration,Renewals,Error,JSP,Scripts,Reports.....and the day goes ......

1.30 p.m --> Lunch time folks!!!! Aftab giving a lunch annoucement and me always ready to rush to pantry..Everybody starts changing there status to "Out to Lunch" on the messenger .Having booked my lunch to the office canteen..since I now find it very hard to cook in early morning but yepi in a week atleast once i bring tiffin (Selfmade -point noted). Sitting in the pantry with inter-departmental colleague is the good source of latest "news" happining around the office.It’s silly how much time we spend in snippets of gossip about others….And how little time we dedicate to knowing ourselves…
2.00 p.m --> Getting back to middling work....same misogynist boss . After a good lunch ..all I think is having a good nap..but it all gets to waffle talks with colleagues...and the work again.....chat sessions ...reports...and thoughtssss.

3.50 p. m ---> Gocha!!! Its tea time now.....but rarely we mean it ..Its merely a walking down to pantry and bring it back to the desk.....

6.30 p.m ---> Vada Pav session for those intereseted..and rarely do I.....No no dont think money matters here, It more to health matter .....to all ,the vada pav gang matters. There was a time, when I believed....that there are some people, so abundant that they could share it with people and it would never lessen in intensity...so much to give, so much to make someone feel, happy in contentment of having given something...asking but not much in return....

8.00 - 8.30 p.m ---> Time to get back to den again...Stepping downstairs of the office is the shortest distance I travel.....may be I would call it an ebullient office exit..Walking down back to my home on the wrong side of the boisterous road gives me the zest of "an uncivilazied indian citizen" but i hardly mind it for a 850 mtrs distance. Passing through the shops across, i remind myself "is any thing to be taken for supper (though i m not too finical about it)".Maggi..Wheat Bread....Banana...Wafers....are always a replacement of my insipid supper.Walking down the Adajan-Hazira double way road way back to my home ...glimpses the agile surat city..and that I am so recluse here. :((. Entering my residential entrance give me the feeling of returning home after a days War. Archiles - The Troy !!!!.
Opening the lifts door bring the tangential transformation in me.

9.00 p.m --> 202,Western Avenue ..door desperately waiting to be re-open after been almost closed for half of the day.As I arrogancly unlocks the door..the leo enters the commodious den. Throwing the purse on the table and sandals beneath it , ploded to shut the door and closing it for the day...as if it would now be open when the "free" alarm rings. Switching on the lights and looking to my foster room ..seems like fervoring me!!!. Busting my TV and turning it to face the kitchen, I unlock the doors and balconies , garner the clothes. Refreshing myself i get back to the kitchen....totally impromptu...deciding what to be made for supper..if not Maggi and Breads ...its "pulao and dahi"...cooking it and inadvertently watching the TV ...rather i should say "hearing" it...while the repast is been done...
Relaxing while the food is been cooked...putting TV on mute..time to get on cell buisness (thanks for getting my cell in CUG....no time constraints now) ..first call without any thought is to the sis..., the next in the queue comes mom and all dear friends.The talk with them for days idyll ...is like a massage for the day.feels Good really.There is a time in life, where one needs to go ahead, leave behind all your friends and carry along only memories. You do make friends, but then you never get back the same old close ones, you do meet people who'd be so good to you that you could tell them anything and everything, but you'd not find a person, to whom you needn't say things, friends who just know you. Occasional calls from such friends, has been the only thing that I seem to look forward to, but I cant help but notice the uneasy pause that lingers around the conversation, pause not because of the relationship, but because it is too short a duration to say everything, and of course you cannot completely rule out the paucity of words!

10.00 p.m ---> Hmmmm....smells fine...Gossss i cook wonderfull "pulao now.....no doubt about it...Placing the entire stuff in my plate and the "dahi" ...with sugar in it...my supper is ready ...the grail still waiting.The spoon in one and the tv control in the other both moving in the opposite direction, one feeding my stomach and other my brain,with the fight with Discovery channel,History channel, Star One ,Headlines Today and NGC...Intellectual choice ..isn't it..I here rememberes Aldous Huxley's famous words "An intellectual is a person who's found one thing that's more interesting than sex." ...hmmm ..Having finished the supper ,and keeping the wares back to kitchen,the TV still sounding high.Without ploding I boil the milk to bit mild..making sure it get finished and pouring down in the glass, bringing back to the room and placing it on my book table (no its not a study table), getting it to cool down.Relaxing back to the chair and silently watching the TV and surfing among themself. The John Grisham,Paulo Coehlo, Steve Martin, Arthur Hurley,Dan Brown, Wordsworth , all primly racked up and as if looking at me.....

11.00 p.m --> Drinking the milk and placing back the glass in the kitchen , having my teeth brushed ,its time for finishing up the day..Closing the balcony and room doors , checking the window and finally locking the rooms, I get back to the hall. Perfecting my bedding and cusioning it making sure it give me good rise to read.Pulling up the current novel in process of my reading ...(one hobby of mine which i would hate to leave) , and getting myself into bed......and then reading the black characters in black halcyon night.I finished 4 novels in one month..benefit of staying alone :) . I dont look at the time by which I sleep......and switching off the lamp , I wait for my "free" alram to ring.

This is how the life is going in Surat

There so much more to right other then the regular schedule..but since i dont have much time now..will definetly pen it down some other day.
I think my engrossing schedule now justify's my statement , and you have no complains on my part ......

Capricious are the ways of life, for I know there would be many who'd be able to empathize with me, ironically, even the dear ones that I miss this moment, waiting perhaps.

posted by Monica @ 5:48 AM