of mental notes

the office is calm today. a whole department that sits across the aisle has left for a hilly retreat. my team, is silently slogging under the weight of unrealistic client expectations. we are seeing another weekend going up in smoke. if this happens, it'll be my third working weekend in a row. haven't met her for around a month now.

just two cubicles ahead of me, two of my senior teammates are busy discussing a work, that i hope doesn't involve me. apart from them, there is just two much calm. like thoughts and ideas in my head, things are strewn across my desk. an almost empty water bottle (which reminds me that i still don't drink as much water as i should); a single chapati neatly squared and folded in the foil it came in from home; a silent pair of desktop speakers, mobile, pen, two empty glasses of chai on a piece of paper that has a client's de-brief note printed on it; a pencil lying on top of it with which a friend was writing a poem on a loosely bound notebook of one side printed A4 sheets given to me by our photocopy machine operator.

the friend wrote my name, department and subject of the 'roughbook' on the top right hand corner, just like we used to do in our school days. beneath it, on the left hand side he wrote the names of people who went with me to Khajuraho this March. (seems like a long time ago, and i make one more mental note to finish my Khajuraho blog!) he has also written a poem beneath all of this and has asked me to complete it. to which i'd replied, please do finish it yourself as i'm not in the mental state to do it.

and now that somebody is playing a song from 'Jab we met' i'm out of this sweet reverie of sorts i was having. its time to go back to slogging once again. and making more of mental notes of and about life yet to live...

making of an AV

just another morning at office

Three cubicles ahead of me, the printer is spewing out non-stop prints. A little to its right side, and comparatively closer to me, some people from another department are involved in mildly disturbing discussions. Somewhere somebody’s land line phone is ringing. There is this general office murmur of people talking, papers being turned, footsteps falling and taking people near or far, some clicks of the ceramic cups when they strike the desks and above, below, around all this, a faint fragrance of Gulzar’s songs being played in a nearby cabin… aapki aankhon mein kuch, mehke huye se khwab hain...

Ritika's Birthday

we celebrated a dear colleague, Ritika's birthday on the 20th. here are some of my favorite pics and a little video wherein our in-house mimicry artist Mr. Shiv Shankar Sharma (aka Shiv Ji) is well, errr, mimicking our office administrator, Mr. Rajagopalan aka Raj.


very risky business, as Raj is thought to have links with the kerala underworld. and he controlls the account flow within the healthcare department. so, well, brave job Shiv ji.



you can see me bouncing up and down with joy, while eating a delicious piece of dhokla. ah, the joys of gossip with good tea-time snacks!


hope you had a good birthday celebration Ritika, i certainly enjoyed my day :)

blue, red & new year wishes

Its been some time...

I was blue, i wrote about the reds and now i'm watching the whole spectrum play around. Have been watching some great illustrative blogs and was truly amazed at the detail and skills and efforts people have and put in their work.

These days are being spent doing practically nothing at office and at home. Not much work happenning here.

So, I was blue. Because, I suddenly realised some people have left me, perhaps for ever. I hope not. There is Dudo - supposedly my soul mate. There was Sunshine - my bestest lady friend outside the inner circle. And some other friends like Joyi who havent bothered to talk since ages. And some friendships were like one-way roads. Like Boni's. It was all triggered by one Sweetheart who rules my life these days. But now i'm over that. Still, it sends some shivers down the very existence of my soul. How will I manage to lead a life without these people. They were my life. And that's why, I was so blue. Never felt this strange before.

Sachin called in this Saturday. Instantly lifted up my spirits. Because he is Sachin. If there was someone who was an example of friendship, he is. We promised to meet each other at his place. That's on Christmas Sunday.

So, what my Christmas Sunday was like?

I'd an appointment with the Doctor. Was in a slightly better mood as I'd talked to Sachin and the Sweetheart. Took lots of notes while travelling. These will outpout later in the following days. Man, I like travelling on a Delhi Sunday. There is some laziness wafting through the air. Even the always aggresive DTC drivers took people on board without hurry. I'm thinking of some Sunday trips to familiarise myself with Delhi. It feels really strange sometimes, I don't know anything about the city I was born and brought up in.

Meeting the doc was good. Just some little problems with the liver. Nothing serious. After that. God. No Sachin. He had to hurry for some unexpected realtives. Tried Walia. He couldn't come outside his house. Tried Senior. She didn't pick the phone. Tried Amul & Gudiya. They were not going to come home till late evening. Seemed everything going against me.
Tired, I trudged back home. Okay, not trudged but flied.

Monday, was good. And the after days are also going good. Tomorrow, will be leaving for the Mountains for the new year bash. Me and the office gang. Hope to have a good time there.

And oh,
Happy Holidays and
hAppy neW yEar to y'all.

This is 19:30 hrs. on the 28th of December and me, Adi is signing off.

the blue continues...

I'm ill.

I'm seriously ill. Its been three days. I've not done anything. Nothin at all. Just come to office and keep staring blankly at things. Walls, newspapers, computer screen, glass of water, phone, pen, stapler.. anything, everything, and nothing.

As of now, I won't be able to work at De' Hub.

I'm preparing well to go broke...

Its getting really cold these days.

Adi
06:55pm 23 Dec. 05

cold, coffee & a spark

it is 12:30 noon. i'm at the office. it is unusually calm today. some of the sweetest songs are playing like the faintest of whispers. pinaki da is upset with something & is in his room. rashmi is scribbling very quietly huddled in her corner. harsh, neeru 'n somu are as always, noiseless creatures. from the other corner of partition, suman's franctic fingers are creating noise from the keyboard.

me? am thinking about the concept for our website, SPARK. and waiting for a cup of coffee being prepared by sanjeet.

dang, this cold has got all of us.