I have always been someone who gets bored very easily... It takes more than a spark to keep me committed and interested and I grow wary very soon.... Be it my singing hobby or writing... I always need someone to remind me to go back to it again.... Huh! Talk about being lazy huh...
Singing started very early in my life and I always restricted to my room... Its not for display sorry... It is my connection with my almighty and definitely not on a museum display..... Writing came at a much later stage... A stage where I had a lot to say but didnt have the guts to open my mouth... My emotions took form of words and all my feelings just poured out into my blogs... I used to get extremely disappointed with immoral behaviour to one's own profession and duties... Nothing bugs me more than a "Chalta hai" attitude to work... Dude, it is not just something, its a deal, a great deal... You may not be in your most favourite job and if not then you seriously need to ask yourself why, and even so, whether you are being loyal... And it is ridiculous to attribute loyalty to being scared of jumping.... Come on, nothing is perfect, but you could definitely make efforts to make it one...
Thats silly me, very attached to my work, extremely finicky of my life..... I get bored on holidays... And no I am not a workaholic.. I just love the idea of going to work and doing things which I have dreamed all my life about... I do not have a plan B ambition... This is what I wanted to be and this is what I shall always be....
But the point remains, have I made this my very existence... Do I seperate the Nandini at work from the Nandini at Home... Over the couple of months, I see that the line is disappearing.... I come back home & talk of work.... Even before I plan my breakfast and tiffin, I plan my tasks for the day at work.... Nope again, m not stressed but looks like my work is taking up all the space in my life....So conscious effort to draw the line back again, is the idea for this blog and hence on... A week long leave is in place.... Lets see, how soon I get bored and run back to work...
Or whether my "other interests" do teach me to live life again.....
Singing started very early in my life and I always restricted to my room... Its not for display sorry... It is my connection with my almighty and definitely not on a museum display..... Writing came at a much later stage... A stage where I had a lot to say but didnt have the guts to open my mouth... My emotions took form of words and all my feelings just poured out into my blogs... I used to get extremely disappointed with immoral behaviour to one's own profession and duties... Nothing bugs me more than a "Chalta hai" attitude to work... Dude, it is not just something, its a deal, a great deal... You may not be in your most favourite job and if not then you seriously need to ask yourself why, and even so, whether you are being loyal... And it is ridiculous to attribute loyalty to being scared of jumping.... Come on, nothing is perfect, but you could definitely make efforts to make it one...
Thats silly me, very attached to my work, extremely finicky of my life..... I get bored on holidays... And no I am not a workaholic.. I just love the idea of going to work and doing things which I have dreamed all my life about... I do not have a plan B ambition... This is what I wanted to be and this is what I shall always be....
But the point remains, have I made this my very existence... Do I seperate the Nandini at work from the Nandini at Home... Over the couple of months, I see that the line is disappearing.... I come back home & talk of work.... Even before I plan my breakfast and tiffin, I plan my tasks for the day at work.... Nope again, m not stressed but looks like my work is taking up all the space in my life....So conscious effort to draw the line back again, is the idea for this blog and hence on... A week long leave is in place.... Lets see, how soon I get bored and run back to work...
Or whether my "other interests" do teach me to live life again.....
