I got a shocker on Thursday. Apparently my manager has got feedback that my English writing skills need a lot of improvement and now they are planning to arrange for someone to tutor me and our team to write good reports. I almost jumped out of skin when I heard that…Here, I was churning post after post thinking my English was not-so-bad..and then this comes in..
Moral of the story : Pride always takes a fall!
I was so so upset to read about Savita Halappanavar, but didnt write anything because emotions just overwhelmed
I had written a post about Mumbai post its ‘leader’s’ demise but didnt post it because I was too scared 😦
Yes, I admit it on my blog that I lack guts, because I didnt want to end up like these two girls.
Go on, you can call me a coward definitely.
I heard from SDT (Who helped me click pictures during the Pratham book reading) that a lot of people in my office are shocked to hear that I have a four year old. One of the guys in my bus stop actually went and asked her twice whether I was married at all!
Err…well, I dont have any signs of marriage on me, but it seems the way I dress (and RD tells me I am among the lousiest dressers he has ever seen!) I dont look married *Rolls eyes*
Well, so it be…I was grinning when SDT told me that..and so was she..she says she loves to put up a conspirational tone and say ‘haa haa uski 4 saal ki beti hai pata hai?’
I have been asked to attend a conference with the boss. I dont want to do it. It involves networking with people you dont know and I hate doing that. I am thinking will it be unprofessional if I refuse to go with him and suggest a colleague’s name instead? I dont want to go seriously. I find the papers interesting to attend but the networking during lunch and tea breaks gives me tummy aches! and then I can always read the presentations in peace when I get them from boss na! I dont think I will EVER succeed in business development EVER!
I have come to a stage in life when I am completely comfortable with the way I look. I am wondering at the fact that why God gives us such maturity when we dont need it..I mean, I wish I had this comfort levels when I was 18 right?
Anyways, I no longer bother what people think about my image…I have overheard people laughing at the fact that I tie my short hair into a choti, or that I wear knee length skirts or that I wear a jacket ALL THE TIME AT work or that I am wear those cream coloured split socks with my chappals…but I have realised I dont care..I like my chotis, I love my skirts, I am freezing due to the sub arctic levels of the AC in the office and I want to stop my feet from cracking like the earth in dry weather in winter..so whats wrong..
I would rather be dowdy and comfortable than be hot looking and uncomfortable..yes one thing I need to do is pull up my fitness levels which means excerising…I have been walking for two days now..nothing major..just about a kilometre..but I hope at least its a start eh?
I am extremely comfortable with the way I look…soda bottle kanadis and holed face included 🙂
I wish I was this smart 10 years ago 😦
RD is pakaoing me to go out with him..and I am still refusing…the argument continues still…the guy is asking his 6 year ki wife for a date..can you believe that?