The corporate game I lost!

Yes so what i lost this one! It hurts but wouldn't it hurt anybody. I keep trying to "fix the blame" as we traditionally call it, but all of it seems to point at me.
No this in no way means that I was not doing good work. I was doing good work even great work if I myself may say so. I have enough mails from my clients to prove it. But then! whats with all that. What matters at the end of the day is as follows! I will still document it even though most of them are cliched as hell:-

• In the corporate world "loyalty does not pay"
• Saying right things at the right time matters it does not mean "sucking up" it means speaking your mind but with the right set of words
• Ability to gauge people is crucial to corporate success
• Do not trust your seniors be savvy and politically correct all the time. Take every opportunity to project yourself positively
• Don't know if this is worth it but ensure your peers do not hog all the lime light.
• Keep asking WIIFM and do not let any organization, person sway you. it is your career you have to take charge of it.
• Last but not the least, when you are hit negatively which everyone is at some point in their careers plan your next move whether within the organization or outside. Do not let anger and frustration hold you.

My first trip to a hill station

So Mussoorie it was! My first hill station visit with me dreaming of green hills, narrow jungle trains, chilly weather, pretty flowers and small streams springing up along the way. Much of it was derived from my reading of novels of Ruskin Bond and Shivani. So off we went with this idyllic picture in my mind of what I would find. I looked forward to going for long walks with Amit in the evening and stopping by for chai and pakoras in a small shanthy. I thought of the beautiful and colourful flowers and rosy cheeked children which I was sure to meet. I looked forward to buying glass bangles from a small shop by the road. Maybe a picnic where we would pack food and go to a park with mom, Ekta, bhaiya, Amit and myself and spend time with each other over games of cards, ludo or taboo laughing and joking. Basically one small happy family where would have time to rebuild our bonds and learn to move on with life with each other and find our faith all over again. But then who said I was not an idealist.

For a first hill station visit I think I had kept the benchmark too high as far as the scenery is concerned; even from family I think we all are very different while for me "family time" is a priority rightly enough others had priorities around shopping so all the other plans of "quiet family time" went kaput. However what I did discover was that however different we are we could peacefully coexist and learn to love and care for each other.

I did get to meet Ruskin Bond and was able to get a book autographed by him. Even though there was no "my" time with Amit and no walk with him but yes there was this beautiful afternoon where it rained along with hail and all of us sat in a small restaurant by the the road and had dosas and sambhar with hot piping tea. I saw a visibly relaxed Ekta which was a big relief. But Mom was tense. I got one hour one evening with my book in a corner by the road near the famous "camel rock" view and I simply loved it. But if I was to pick that one special thing from this trip it was how close I felt with my husband, it was simply awesome.
I kept yearning to take a small piece of Mussoorie back for my mom and dad and missed them terribly; wonder when I will learn to live in the moment:-). This will continue to be one of my cherished memories for life as I preserve it for posterity with this memoir. But surely there will be more details which will follow about the trip itself.

The story writer in me!

I have always aspired to be a story writer though I am not sure if my english, grammar and expression would stand the test. Secondly the kind of patience which is required to write and rewrite the same thing over and over again is simply not there in me. I realize that I am very impatient kind of a person overall. Thirdly though i keep getting these flashes of ideas I never get a complete story idea i just keep getting these scenes and I guess a lot of thinking needs to go in to get a story together. May be one day I will be motivated enough to write a full story till then I will suffice with documenting small tid bits or flashes of ideas which strike me.