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I dont care if saying this out loud makes me a bad person, but, on a few given days I just don't like the smell of human flesh!

This aweful feeling came to me when I woke up one day and did not want to go to work. So I called my boss and asked if I could take a leave for that day, "No Sid, Bohot issues hone wala hai, too much work to do" (No Sid, there's gonna be a huge issue).
On reaching my office, I got to know that a colleague of mine was all ready to go to his native for a wedding, for! three! days!! Another one, a very dear friend of mine, asked for a leave on 28th of December(Monday) so she could have an extended weekend(25th being friday and Christmas). To my surprise, she too was granted the leave. And another one took a friday off as a sick leave and set up his Out-Of-Office mail on for that day. Now, how funny's that, a planned sick leave?!

So I happily woke up one other day, called my boss and asked if I could take a leave, "No Sid, really bohot issues hone wala hai, too much work to do" (No Sid, there's gonna be a huge issue). And then ofcourse, there's the 'I completely understand..' line which follows suit all the time!

With 4 paid leaves still left in my account for the year 2009, when I confronted him(the boss) about whether they would be carried forward to the next year, he grinned.... can you believe that.... he grinned!

So, before logging off on friday(T.G.I.F), I wrote to him over our company's IM which read something like this:

"Just for now, I really hate you."
"And no matter how much you say you understand, you really dont."

"Why?"

"Nothing"
"I just wanted to get it out of my chest"

And then I punched out!

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Post Script

"Philanthropy is an important subject of liberal education because it examines the role of good works in shaping our conceptions of the good society and the good life."
-- Robert L. Payton

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With my Birthday coming this friday, and what we call, the Birthday Week in my group (where the entire week is spent living positively, in order to prepare for the trauma of getting a year more older, and includes some soulful impulse purchases), I am prepared to enjoy my 5 days as much as I can.

So this week, I am heavily giving in to my material instincts by updating this list whenever I have the time.

PS: Philanthropy being so hot these days, I'm leaving you with a quote to ponder on:

"The most acceptable service of God is doing good to man."

-- Benjamin Franklin

And I finally updated my blog!!

Going through a few of my regularly checked out blogs of different people (and updated from time to time by them), I had this intense, never ending desire of writing something. Something that would make me think I updated my blog, not that many read it, or would give it any importance, but I just wanted to write.

A lot happened in the past one year that I was away. It started with the dream job knocking my doors.

I got a call one day from a consultant (when I was unhappy with my then job and updated my resume over the job sites) regarding a opening in an international bank having very strong roots in the US and Europe. I jumped at the offer and went for the interview.

Surprisingly, I got the job. I was told that we might have to migrate our work from US, so there would be people coming from there to teach us how and what we are supposed to do. Then the Taj was bombed and our trainers never came. They say, If Mohammad doesn't come to the mountains...
We were transferred to Tampa, Florida for three months on 17Jan09, all expenses paid and that's how I received my first stamp on my passport.

Away from family and the love of my life, it only felt more miserable, lonesome and inadequate. I used to weep in my plush bed and spend my (hard) Tampa-earned money over $10 calling cards. I also shopped from NY, Miami, all the underwears, the tees, designer labels we crave to buy but quench our thirst with factory seconds from Fascination/Fendi/Nostradamus, Bandra for Rs. 500.

Coming back from Amreeka, I found my love receiving me at the airport, after which, followed a heavy punjabi khaana and some heavy petting.

A few months later, the lover fell in love with someone else and I had to bite the dust, but not for too long. My lover's lover left, but the hurt in me stayed. Zillions of fights later, we are still together (and just might never see each other the very next day).

The 'dream job' has turned out to be something completely different, boring, stressful and too demanding of my youth and charisma(ha..), but till the bond lasts, sick leaves are my best friend.

Desperately waiting for the 13th of November, my birthday.

Till then, enjoy blogging!!