Hmmm...
The day before yesterday I wished my rakhi-sister a happy birthday. She thanked me and reminded that her birthday is nowhere near. Well, memory has never been my strong point.
Yesterday we had a formal meeting with the country manager of our organization. After the meeting, I had a small chat with him. When I left the office, I had this odd feeling something was not right. Then I realized that I had addressed the NZ country manager as Stewart, and his name is Andrew. Stewart is the UK country manager. Andrew had introduced himself just an hour ago and the others had addressed him by his name during the whole meeting.
That is scary. Have I lost it all? The voice-inside-my-head has always said that I would one day end up in a mental asylum. I guess that day is not far away. Damn.
Slogging at the client’s office all day, returning late in the evening with head-ache, cooking the dinner, eating it, falling asleep watching the Late Night with David Letterman – I guess this routine is taking its toll on me.
I wanted today to be different. I woke up by noon. Cooked something with potatoes, green-peas, eggs and wheat bread. It was not repulsive. When S asked me what I cooked for lunch, I had no answer. What I cooked doesn’t have a name. As I couldn’t come up with a name, I ended up describing the recipe of what I made.
Shopped some groceries in the evening. Carried them for over a kilometer and a half. When I reached the apartment, I was glad that my hands were still in the places they are supposed to be. Then, played some tennis after over 10 years. It was horrible. I felt my legs very heavy. Most of the time I was wondering whether to move forward or backward. I realized that I have lost my decent serve and forehand. My backhand has gone worse. My tennis sucked a decade ago and it sucks big-time today. Some things never change.
Yesterday we had a formal meeting with the country manager of our organization. After the meeting, I had a small chat with him. When I left the office, I had this odd feeling something was not right. Then I realized that I had addressed the NZ country manager as Stewart, and his name is Andrew. Stewart is the UK country manager. Andrew had introduced himself just an hour ago and the others had addressed him by his name during the whole meeting.
That is scary. Have I lost it all? The voice-inside-my-head has always said that I would one day end up in a mental asylum. I guess that day is not far away. Damn.
Slogging at the client’s office all day, returning late in the evening with head-ache, cooking the dinner, eating it, falling asleep watching the Late Night with David Letterman – I guess this routine is taking its toll on me.
I wanted today to be different. I woke up by noon. Cooked something with potatoes, green-peas, eggs and wheat bread. It was not repulsive. When S asked me what I cooked for lunch, I had no answer. What I cooked doesn’t have a name. As I couldn’t come up with a name, I ended up describing the recipe of what I made.
Shopped some groceries in the evening. Carried them for over a kilometer and a half. When I reached the apartment, I was glad that my hands were still in the places they are supposed to be. Then, played some tennis after over 10 years. It was horrible. I felt my legs very heavy. Most of the time I was wondering whether to move forward or backward. I realized that I have lost my decent serve and forehand. My backhand has gone worse. My tennis sucked a decade ago and it sucks big-time today. Some things never change.
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posted by Inder | 7:59 AM
6 Comments:
this one time i wished my school principal Good Evening - at 7:30 in the morning.
:-S
I just think you are over-worked and may be need a holiday.
LOL.
You should just call everybody by random names.. that way nobody will know if you are joking around or seriously forgotten their names.
what 's in a name: Rose by any name smells the same.
think of me, I have many friends whom I know very very well but i do not know their name. Now, I cant even ask them their name. If you can suggest some way that i get their name without being embarasses, it wd be wonderful.
I better end my comment with my name Chitra, because it matters v. much that you call me Chitra and not k as you did in your earlier post.
so Federer can live in peace...:-)
sharon,
haha... and i hope he didn't think that you were making fun of him :P
usha,
i am okay... i think i am... :)
sakshi,
that is a good idea. will give it a try :)
chitra,
is your blogger account haunted or what? the signature is again 'k' instead or 'chitra'... spooky... haha..
deepa,
sure he can. but, if there ever happens a match between federer and me, i have have no doubt what the result would be. he would resign mid way through the match, disgusted at my hopeless game. whatever the reason is, i would win :P :P :P
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