So..its been a while since I wrote. No worries..I haven’t turned alien to writing. Infact I’ve been in writing in two styles completely alien to each other.
Bombay. A city that I’ve written about..probably one of the cities that never ceases to amaze me. Walking down the streets next to my workplace gives me some sort of self importance. Makes me feel like I belong to some ku klux klan. Young, seemingly busy men, women, girls and guys walking to and fro in front of me. Long, quick strides hoping to meet limits set by time. Bags- big and small, some professional, some over the top..And almost everyone-busy talking on the phone or listening to music..cellphones/ipods/mp3 players. Radio and Gadget industry- please take note.
So, whats work like? When you look as an outsider, you might think of the place as intimidating, a place where no one has time..a difficult to achieve goal..a world totally different from your usual existence, where you feel like well- an outsider…like a small ant at the tip of a massive ant hill. And a week into the place and you’re somewhere around the hill..trudging around, trying to help..picking small pieces of grains..learning the tricks of the trade..observing..the people dont seem as intimidating, you see them in their several shades (not like the ones u wear), which make them seem more err human..and we all know how human beings are. Bitchy. Foolish. Animated. Eccentric…and all that jazz.
And ofcourse..had my first glimpse of office politics, which btw involves a lot of subtle underlying tension.
So where does the ant go from here? To other hills? Or to the top of this hill?