I hate my job at times, and such times, unfortunately connote "most times". I have pondered enough on my true professional calling. Everytime I discuss my listlessness towards my current job with my friends they ask me to introspect, to understand what sort of profession will keep me happy and sated. I think and I think and i realise (every bloody time!!!) that I dont have any particular set of skills, I get bored soooper easily and I cannot stick to nothing for more than two days, without cribbing about it. To top it all, I am the laziest species of homo sapiens that ever walked this planet earth. So it is not possible for me to actively seek any change of profession or even a change of job. I keep my fingers crossed and hope that God in all his kindness will drop the perfect job in my lap someday. I believe that..I do.
Until Then
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Goa Chronicles..
Well it so happened that I ended up going to Goa for the long weekend. Now Goa is quite hot 'n humid in these times of the year, but this time we were like those super enthusiastic holidayers who don't give a rat's ass about the weather.
We also visited places other than the standard Baga-Calangute area, which was quite a lot of fun. So on day one we went to Anjuna (I personally think that Anjuna is the best beach in Goa - pristine and picturesque), which was a far call from the excessively commercialized Baga-Calangute. So their were no pot-bellied, hairy, uncles in their VIP chaddis, splashing around in the water, no aunties with their salwars rolled up to their knees, running after chunnu and munnu who are having a great dip in their nylon slacks. Anjuna was very sparsely populated, it was way cleaner and very pretty. Plus there was this beach shack "Curlies", which was really great. So we just spent hours their drinking nd eating and in the night we hit Tito's (it was a Thursday and there were like 4 people inside) and then we went to Mambo's (which was great music and good fun).
We had quite a few escapades as well. First our car got stuck in the mud when we had parked for Mambo's, and after much cursing, irritation etc. etc., the car was rescued, by this reed thin guy, who also took 100 bucks for the same. Then when we were cruising around late in the night, the cops caught us (not for being drunk and driving, not for driving without license, but for- renting a car! which apparently is illegal!!) and we had to pay another 500 bucks to the cops.
The second day we drove out to Arambol, which was quite ok and in the night we hit Mambo's again!
By the third day I was wondering if I should go for a detoxification course, 'cos I could literally feel alcohol replacing blood in my veins. Anyhoo my great holiday was marred by the bloody theives working in Indigo airlines! I had put both my phones in the my bag and locked it and checked it in. When I reached home and I opened my bag, I see that my bag was strategically torn (from a blade , I think), and my mobiles were missing. I was shocked and bloddy furious. I have written a very strong hate mail to Indigo, but I am expecting nothing out of it.
However, please be warned from this experience of mine and think twice about putting valuables in your check-in baggage.
Until then....
We also visited places other than the standard Baga-Calangute area, which was quite a lot of fun. So on day one we went to Anjuna (I personally think that Anjuna is the best beach in Goa - pristine and picturesque), which was a far call from the excessively commercialized Baga-Calangute. So their were no pot-bellied, hairy, uncles in their VIP chaddis, splashing around in the water, no aunties with their salwars rolled up to their knees, running after chunnu and munnu who are having a great dip in their nylon slacks. Anjuna was very sparsely populated, it was way cleaner and very pretty. Plus there was this beach shack "Curlies", which was really great. So we just spent hours their drinking nd eating and in the night we hit Tito's (it was a Thursday and there were like 4 people inside) and then we went to Mambo's (which was great music and good fun).
We had quite a few escapades as well. First our car got stuck in the mud when we had parked for Mambo's, and after much cursing, irritation etc. etc., the car was rescued, by this reed thin guy, who also took 100 bucks for the same. Then when we were cruising around late in the night, the cops caught us (not for being drunk and driving, not for driving without license, but for- renting a car! which apparently is illegal!!) and we had to pay another 500 bucks to the cops.
The second day we drove out to Arambol, which was quite ok and in the night we hit Mambo's again!
By the third day I was wondering if I should go for a detoxification course, 'cos I could literally feel alcohol replacing blood in my veins. Anyhoo my great holiday was marred by the bloody theives working in Indigo airlines! I had put both my phones in the my bag and locked it and checked it in. When I reached home and I opened my bag, I see that my bag was strategically torn (from a blade , I think), and my mobiles were missing. I was shocked and bloddy furious. I have written a very strong hate mail to Indigo, but I am expecting nothing out of it.
However, please be warned from this experience of mine and think twice about putting valuables in your check-in baggage.
Until then....
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