A very unimaginative title, I am afraid. Time and again, I keep writing about how much I love my job. The only thing I regret is how I never get the time to write. My job, Bangalore, life gives me so many ideas that if I got down to writing them all, nothing except the constraints of time could stop me.
I got myself a new job, well I am still with the same newspaper. I just got a transfer from the general reporting bureau to the business bureau, for a number of personal reasons. I will henceforth be reporting on business, all the while writing features for other sections of the newspaper.
It has been a couple of days since I shifted. I already love the job. It comes with a great deal of perks, nothing material ;-(, but things that are more important to me. I now get Sundays off, lesser working hours and more chance to travel, on work of course. Plus, my boss is the sweetest man ever.
Hmmm.... life is strange, come to think of it. Some years ago, I decided commerce and business was not my scene and pursued journalism. I couldn't be happier that I rebelled against the entire set of conventional behaviour laid out by my extended family and society for the rest of my cousins. I was deemed to be the crazy one, for rejecting science and engineering studies. But here I am today, living a dream, with a little place for myself under the sun. The country may not know me yet :-) but I am happy, with love around me, the best people pampering me, a great job, a good life. To m family and to conventional society, I say....HA! I WIN!