The Job: I know my hunt began a while ago and it has taken me all this time to realise what I'm truly capable of and interested in. I used to be very confused about what I'm really looking for, plagued by self doubt and absolutely unsure of where I'd finally end up. But the more time I spend in RBL, the more I learn - about myself as well as the role - and the better I get at discovering that I am indeed at a good place in life and I AM ready to move on. This is reinforced by my growing disregard for people's opinion of me as well as my increasingly astute powers to distinguish between who is truly worthy of my hero worship and who is actually just an overrated professional with more quantitative than qualitative contribution to the work place.
Friends: This is that phase in a girl's life when she starts to realise that her friends are starting to fly the nest. Things just aren't the same as before. The married ones have domestic responsibilities to shoulder and every meeting with them requires intense planning and confirming/reconfirming/following up until the meeting finally happens.The unmarried ones, if single would show up anywhere on the condition that their single status is not discussed, while the unmarried ones in a relationship would meet you on the condition that no marriage plans would be discussed. The career driven ones can be safely relied upon to cancel plans at the eleventh hour citing work issues as the reason while the entrepreneurs would always have a last minute meeting. It's just so complicated with us girls. I fall into the unmarried-in-a-relationship-career-driven category. Can you imagine the trouble my friends have had to put up with in my case? Despite all of this, my friends and I go way back. And when we do overcome all odds and manage to meet up, it's like we never parted....
Parents: My parents are not my friends. It's taken me 29 years to realise that parents can only be parents. My parents are the friendliest parents, but their parental duties always overpower their role as friends. And rightfully so. There is a reason God chose to put them in charge of my well being. They are stellar role models, they are selfless and giving and absolutely the best parents. But can I expect them to not worry about me, leave me alone when I need them to, expect them to stay out of my business but show their concern for me according to my whims and fancies? Absolutely not! Therefore, my parents are not my friends. I do not need to call and book their time weeks in advance, I do not expect them to be passive about my problems and there is certainly no fear of "losing touch" with them. Therefore, I need to have realistic expectations from my parents and learn how much to share with them and what to keep from them for their own well being.
I hate this season: Have I told you how much I hate the monsoon? This year in particular has been the worst I can remember. Frogs in my bathroom, bed bugs in my room, ants in the kitchen and that strange, unbearable musty odour that keeping the doors and windows closed causes. Ugh! Can't wait for September...
I sign off with the hope that I do not have to wait until September to say goodbye to Mumbai, pray that God continues to be kind to me where people in my life are concerned and believe that I will be TT, the Buyer of an uber chic brand very soon with the blessings of my parents....
Adios!
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