Food is aphrodisiac. I have held on to this notion for as long as i can remember. So it really meant a deal when i saw a platter of "not so bad" sandwich and heavenly delightful kesar ras-malai right in front of my work station.
At precisely 7 pm I shall be completing my 1st week of employment. The past 6 days are a little blur for the rate of transition has been explicitly high.
From being a pampered guest at my cousin's residence to being couped in a remote and desolated hotel and still further being absolute homeless and stranded till being rescued by a shrewd Sardarni and then given refuge by a teacher in her beautiful but under-renovation hence filthy home, one thing is certain, my first three days were seldom devoid of action and adventure.
Transitions are inevitable but why? Is inertia really so monotonous? I was never very good at physics then why is my opening sentence so obsessed with physics? My mind is so full of queries lately. what am i doing here? why am i not home? do i really have to work? will i be a competent employee? Are these thoughts common to all fresh graduates(in my case post - graduates)?
My life suddenly seems so defined. Work - sleep - work - sleep - work - sleep.
I sit here in my workstation knowing that my family is missing me while enjoying the pre-Diwali perks, wondering what it is that i really regret? Quantifying home sickness is so not possible. Also making this blog cheerful seems gargantuan still will try.
One reason for not quitting it all, nice guys around. i am desperately trying to think of another reason. Earning a living suddenly isn't a matter of pride any more, rather be daddy's darling than Ms.Independent.
All in all i shall survive.
