Of kids and scattered thoughts!

  No idea how I landed myself here, nevertheless, create the space they say, and bigger life happens! So here I am, bang in the middle of the thick and thin of tech projects. So what, if this was never an area of curiosity or attention. But when you land somewhere, you come to terms eventually and make peace. And this does throw an interesting opportunity to add flavour to the monotonous mundane. The other adult around has forever had a problem with the jargon techies use. He has always wondered why they can’t use plain English. Going by my current mantra ‘if something irks someone, go for it’, why should I drop this golden opportunity. So currently, the language at home is hugely inspired by the thick and thin of a project lifecycle. Forgive me folks, the post is destined to sound absolutely rocket-science now. You will wonder, what the hell it is you are doing, if you are not associated with this terminology. A typical evening, for example, goes something like this… “What’s

  It is only after you’ve stepped out of your comfort zone that you begin to grow, they say. Outside of the comfort zone is where magic happens, they say. Life begins at the end of your comfort zone they say. Where is a fish more valuable, swimming in a sea maintaining oceanic ecological balance or in someone’s plate, pleasing their palate? Comfort zone for a fish is certainly not being sandwiched between a knife and a fork. What fish does not know the impending eventuality when it is outside comfort zone? Why should one be outside one’s comfort zone? What is all this hype surrounding stepping out of comfort zone! I know not! Akin to school students, who start their day with a prayer, my day (these days) begins with an affirmation I believe I will somehow internalize, so here I am, hand raised, pledging away ( much like I was taught to say the national pledge) “I welcome every opportunity of working from outside of my comfort zone.” Of course I make sure I follow it up with “….all

 Blogging after long...this had to be chronicled. So the hapless middle-aged-wonder decides to make it big and joins a big tech firm. Huge madness follows....major cribbing and crying besets...this is not the role, this is not the place, what am I doing here and all that yada yada. And yet life has to go on. Frolic and fun can't go missing. My beloved offspring, all of 14, comes up with a christening ceremony for a coworker. Let's call him R. One morning, as I continue to crib about R making life difficult with impossible deadlines just because he can meet them, the offspring says: "There are procrastinators, and then there is R; (PAUSE) It is actually a syndrome you know, there is even a name for it... It is called PRECRASTINATION. R is a Precrastinator." Didn't I mention...this had to be chronicled. Coming to Precrastinators, trust me, you see very few of these around.

I love working on kids' school projects. But Family Tree for God's sake! Junior entered Nursery :) :) :) : Step 1: Cried and cried to collect all pictures to furnish the tree. Step 2: Threw them all away! ( One must know, I don't believe in hoarding baggage [of any kind]) Entered Junior Kindergarten: Repeated step 1. Repeated step 2. Entered Senior Kindergarten: Repeated step 1. Repeated step 2. Entered 1st Grade: Repeated step 1. Repeated step 2. Entered 2nd Grade: Why do i keep thinking this torture is over in life. This time i am not repeating step 2. Not until junior gets married.

Living cheek by jowl 24x7 is no mean achievement. Infact it creates the perfect ambience for bringing out the mostly unwitnessed, mysterious dark side of the hapless inmates. And what does one do if one wants to escape? Na..aa..aa...aaaa....aaaaah! Don't even think of it. It is far more complicated than getting a bail. There is no escape. Covid norms mandate dark-side drama as the said entertainer of the year! Entertain yourselves.

I just have to write this. It is past 6 in the evening & I'm still on my laptop. Have work to do, but i'm too bored with it and want to post something on the blog. Junior comes along and asks me "what are you doing?". Me: "Working" Junior: "Still!!!" Junior: "Tell them you have to stop" Me: The usual silent response Junior then peeps into my laptop and says "Blogger! you're working on blogger. That is not work" Boo....hoo...who taught these kids so much. Why can't I act like i'm working when I'm doing timepass on the laptop. Boo...hoo