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weekends for me begin early... on friday, while most people busily plan for their weekends busily at their office desks, i'm making the most of my weekend already...
though i'm still surviving on hand-outs from my progenitor, i allowed myself a moment, albeit a long one, of insanity... i now have clothes to cover my whole village... for every occasion from beach parties to mourning... to pacify him, whose debit card is closer to debt than it ever was under his rule, i buy my father a shirt... the sleeves are too short, the tails are too long... and why'd you ever think i like radium green!!! he screams with yellow eyes... he's gotten jaundice for the past fortnight and i'm not sure of his liver, but it sure seems to have affected his brains...
on friday evening, there's another 'team meeting/party/dinner/get together' in my team... i'm threatened with dire straits and i decide to make an appearance... the threat is coz i'm not really a 'people person' and avoid all crowds at all times... i dont understand why all that fuss is made about food... i personally have no preferences... or taste, as the unkind ones would put it... i eat nothing, i eat everything... and i arrive at the junket a good half hour late... everyone's started off... the alcohol's lessened the inhibitions and they're a loud, happy, roaring lot... i politely decline the victuals coz i'm still on a curd-rice diet...
i actually worried myself sick this time... and besides, i've always enjoyed the other side of the bar-table more...
by the time i can say avara kadavra, the weekend's flown and it's sunday... i hate it more than any day a normal human can... while the whole of mankind and a few gods included, rest in their homes, beds, wherever, i have to go about generating the blandest reports for the scariest people... i just wish i knew who i was supposed to be so scared of... it's hard to be petrified of a little old man who sits 3.5hours time lag away from here in the only nuclear-bombed country... now, that's politically insensitive!! tch, tch, saras...
okay... all of this blog was written in short bursts during pause from work or when my computer hung on me or there were bugs crawling throughout the excel sheets... so it might seem discontinuous, incongruous... i am not to be blamed for anything that my disjointed brain might have come up with...
that's all for now!
A few days ago, I had to confess to my team that I'd found my name listed in the infamous Civil Service Final List Lucky Draw. And that meant I'd be leaving soon for greener(?) pastures. They looked at me with shock, disgust and communicated a thick sense of betrayal for about a full minute. And then all hell broke loose. I was chided for not sharing the 'good news' earlier, asked to concoct a 60X40 site out of thin air, offered the assistance of a 'PA' and got two marriage offers all in the next half hour. Things have now pretty much settled down. I still haven't told my lunch-mates about the 'IT'. I hate the attention. And the frequent requests for treats. I am miserly to the core and don't spend pretty much on anything, and certainly not on others. And since I've blown my entire first month salary on the Sony Handycam DCR-SR68 and owe the major part of my second month salary to my current roommate, ex-roommate, swimming instructor, canteen guy, father, old classmate, new colleague and a just a few more people, the 't' word 
I took to writing this between coding in VBA for a Japanese scorecard. My brain freezes at the sight of all those lines of code every 57minutes and I need some distraction. My team, which provides enough of that, has left for the day and I'm left with just a bag of banana chips which smell of hair oil, a bottle of water and a luke warm, biodegradable, disposable cup of repeatedly boiled over tea. Oh, and a recent discovery of around 200 movies which I'm greedily topping my laptop with. Not a bad place to be stuck in actually.... ;-)
