Hey dear blog ....I am sorry to leave you alone for so many days and weeks and months....I hope I will be a regular writer this time and not break my resolution.....actually i am finding it difficult to organize my thoughts and put it down in one place....my mind is going helter skelter.....i wonder how I manage to do so much documentation and content management at work....probably thats the reason i dont find time nor motivation to write my own blog.....very much the same way a chef does not cook at home...:)...well now its akash kumar today who motivated me to start writing once more...I had been waiting since long for a friend who promised to come online for chatting....but wo dhokhebaaz nikli.......poor me got bored of talking most irrelevant stuff with some others....and what to do now???? take refuge in the old blog of mine.....
My school friend Godhuli tried her bit in instigating the writer in me by nudging me time and again to write a post and asking for my comments on her thought....it did not work out though..... so now that I have started writing, tell me what should be the topic I would write?? I did not watch any movie in recent past, the last one being Ghajini...all our plans of going for a movie went awry for some reason or the other.... and day by day i am turning to an "auntie" that I feel like sleeping most of the time.....probably i need to check my haemoglobin....i try hard to find time in office and go to the cafeteria for my mothers favourite mausambi juice..... i initiated the process today...i just hope that i be able to continue that like my blog...when i used to be in bangalore, i picked up a nice hobby of glass painting....but these days i dont feel like doing it either.....actually i used to seek solace from the paints and the glass....day in day out i used to get bugged by my boss who never understood my personal problem and tried his best to stop my trips to hyderabad for every sick and silly reason....and tried to load me with work that apparently did not exist....well thats all history now...a frustrated soul tried to pass on the frustration in a different form to others....thereafter recession sprinkled the garam masala to make a tasty frustration curry in my head....which I could not take any more...and reverted to painting....so in a way, recession is not that bad as well.....so now that i brought out the topic of my ex boss, why not write on him..no wonder i can write volumes on him....i firmly beleive that he would become a much more bearable and tolerable person once he gets married....actually when I was resigning from the job, he was no longer my boss since I was shifted to a different department, however, his approval was required for speedening my release process.....thankfully my next boss was a gem of a person and I seriously regret for not being able to work with him.....I ll write later on the good bosses i had, but first lemme write on the worst boss of my life...actually in one part of my heart, i respect him for giving me the tremendous learning opportunity....and the profile in that organization, however, there is another segment in my heart which loves to call him names.....I had an opportunity to give him a piece of my mind when i was resigning....i had to join my new office in two weeks time, and also I wanted to go home to kolkata before i joined since i knew it would nt be good on my part to take a break soon after joining .....I had submitted my resignation stating very "serious and personal" reasons......so when i went to my ex boss asking him to give approval to release me since i did not hold any stake in his scope of work.....in the course of conversation, he asked me whether i was holding grudges and discontented with him...I had put on a "bechara" face and was actually pleading him to let me go....it came as shock to me...and i said very little from the huge list I had.....i regret that till date....thereafter this fellow caught hold of his subordinate (my colleague sitting next to me) asking him whether he has any concrete idea on what happened to me and why i was leaving....my ex boss couldnot imagine that i could bag another job amidst recession...and the fellow made some other remarks also, mostly personal...I wonder why did I not escalate the matter to the senior management before leaving the organization....my folly what else....
there had been other instances as well....this one I am writing here is a big one..... after my marriage i used to stay in bangalore and my husband in hyderabad due to individual career interests....I was not getting a job in hyderabad due to this recession.... so i used to commute from bangalore to hyderabad on the weekends....due to some reason, we could not book my return ticket in train or state road transport buses....so we had to book a ticket in one of the private transport providers..as far as my memory supports me, I was returning after a extended weekend and there was huge rush....i boarded a bus from paradise which took me to afzal gunj...after waiting there for 1 hour, I came to know that the bus for bangalore is cancelled.....my co passengers had been shouting at the conductors and the organizers...but I was elated....i called my husband, inlaws and mother informing them of the situation ..... all of them were anxious and calling me every 10 minutes and increased my roaming bills.....cutting the long story short, i went home happy...my happiness could be compared to a student going to school for an exam unprepared just to know that the exam had been cancelled miraculously.....but the next day extracted the last drop of happiness from me...this sick boss of mine irritated me to the core and send a text to me, which was baseless, and if I escalated could have been heavy on him...
.... when i started writing about my ex boss, i thought that i would refrain from making any personal statements....but now i change my mind...coz this is my personal blog for my personal opinion....so i would take the liberty...that boss of mine was a Zombie.... a frustrated unmarried 34 year(in 2008) old uncle, who eyed girls a decade younder to him...obviously, none of them paid enough attention to him...but instead of realizing his age problem, and accepting slightly older girls, he started using all kinds of external age reduction products from Amway, and started bothering all his colleagues to draw them in the same business.... and on top of it, to cover his frustrations he prepared nice speeches.... well enough of bitching... i dont wanna keep on writing.... i ll end the post stating his name, whom any one can approach to learn the art of torturing...he is the great Aninda Sen
