Well, my transition back to the BIG city has been anything but easy. Life in the country may have seemed difficult at times especially when one just wanted to go out and dance or when one wanted to splurge on designer outfits (not that one would have ever dared do anything like that anywhere)… You know what I’m h saying. So yes those were the shortcomings there and so I had to pack my bags and head back…
Only to realise how tougher it’s got to actually SURVIVE here… there’s just no space to lay back to lead a laidback life. But then again I’m not in anyway saying I want an easy laidback life. Life here is just about running from one end to another in pursuit of making ends meet. Almost two months down, I am exhausted. I’ve become a zombie sans cannibalism and thanks to the timely Christmas respite, I’m respiting (I know there’s no word as such but no other could justify how I’m feeling now).
Okay… Now in the course of the last few months I’ve taken odd jobs here and there and thence have come to know why they’re called odd jobs. Well because they’re not EVEN and these jobs are so far from being fair. The pay is less but to give them up was like giving up your whole day’s effort (in terms of your game) to the hyenas and vultures swarming down for your carcass. So I took the jobs, I worked like a workaholic gone madly workaholic… Last weekend I worked from sun up to sundown (no biggie I know) to sun up to yet another sundown. So I’ve witnessed unwillingly the pale sunrise, the invisible sunset (because I live in the city now, duh!!!), the twilights, the new moon and the breaking dawns. Not the movies… Aaargh!!! The real ones…. And if you are interested to see them for real (the way I have), work like a workaholic going madly workaholic and I guarantee you, you will see them.
At the end of the day (read blog) I’d like to.wish you all…
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
And here’s hoping year 2015 will bring joy to everyone and to me a nice comfy job which won’t turn me into a zombie for peanuts.
