Why do things matter even when we decide they wont affect us??

          I had a history of working late and working more than I could. That explains the 10 minute lunch breaks, skipped snacks, the multiplying kilos and added inches. But when such works goes unnoticed and unappreciated, really doesn't make you feel good.Strangely enough, I have no appraisal and no promotion, when I have worked as smart as I could and as hard as my mind and body permitted. And I know that its way better than most of the others. And no, I am not comparing..
         Its like that story of 3 kids. When they were given some work to do and they did it wrong - Kid A's teacher tells her the mistake and helps her correct it, Kid B's teacher just tells her that something is wrong and the kid tries working on it . As for the kid C , the teacher just makes a big red mark on her book and also gets angry. As time treads, kid A learns under the teacher's guidance and becomes a bright student, kid B is a mediocre one while C is just like she was... So, if you dont tell mistakes, dont tell ways to improve, dont appreciate, things really cannot work.
        While I know , I have a lot of pending work and the clock is already showing a 7:47 pm, I still dont feel motivated to work. How different it feels when you are motivated and happy about your work !! When I did feel happy (though never motivated *sigh*) about my work,but  zero appreciation and only bad words and negative feelings coupled with an awfully bad work environment cannot really help me..
        Time to call quits I believe, coz however much I work , however smartly, I know its not gonna work.. coz here "Manager" is the boss. So if you dont share a healthy relationship with them (though they might be of those typical types you wouldn't even talk to usually) forget that appraisal and promotion..
        So, as of now its Deepika signing off....
        Dont know why this is affecting me this much when I could already see it coming and had promised myself it wouldn't affect me... Anyways... maybe I am part of a masterpiece , bigger than this...

          

Why??

        Its not strange for me to get really angry on someone for doing something. I may even drop a couple of my precious tears in my sorrow. But the next thing I know, I am with them, doing things they like. Why? I dont understand...


        Why do I have to be like this? I know this harms me more than anything else. People have their own way, if they wish they talk else they dont, if they wish they meet me,call me, message me else they dont bother, then why cant I follow suit? Why am I like concerned about anybody and everybody? Why does everyone have to have a place in my heart???

Fed up of myself for this "angelic" attitude of mine...

Mirror mirror on the wall which is the dirtiest of them all LOLZ :P

Gone are the times when the magical mirror searched for the fairest face. Time for a change!!


          I could almost vomit when I entered the washroom @ Barista.. I mean you sell a cup of coffee at the cost of half kg coffee powder (though I entirely love the taste, so nothing bad about that), so why cant you keep the washroom's clean. I mean, such places are supposed to be clean right?

        And please, none of the other esteemed stores are behind. Be it McDonalds or CCD, the washrooms are aweful. So when you say that "A lot happens over coffee" and we people love spending so much of our time there, why not keep the washroom's clean? Why in a rat race for the magical mirror to select you as the dirtiest of the lot??

The dreary pimple.. yuck

         It was like one of those weary Monday mornings. As I got up and straightened my hair and put on my jogging shoes, something in the mirror made me worry. As I put on the lights and stepped in front of the mirror, the terror gripped me. There it was , shining in the meagre sun light gushing in my room. OMG, I had a pimple :(


          Having a history of clear skin with really very very less pimples through out my adoloscence, this sight dint really look good to my eyes. Each time I glanced at my right eyebrow, the pimple stood there nice and strong. Strange, you dont get them when you are a teenager and you get them now, when you are almost near your silver jubilee ...

Hope I dont impatiently ooze out the pus and blood.. ewwwww.. Sad start to a sadder monday morning...

Yet another evening!!

May 21

6:30 pm : The urge to get up from office increases by leaps and bounds. The incomplete work mocks me. I force myself some more. The time runs fast.

6:45 pm : Enough of work , I tell myself. Ctrl+Alt+Delete. BBye work!! Cya tomorrow.

                Have been dying for a cuppa coffee since morning. Barista coupons from free recharge, so hello barista, bbye to good old friends CCD for today. Walk and walk, traffic, pollution, I curse the one way, can’t take an auto. Barista brings a smile. Hot cappuccino with 1 and ½ pouch of brown sugar – just right!! And how can I forget the music player singing all time classics. Relieved senses, happy me J

Time to leave. I pray, God send me a rick soon please. Ok, I get one. Thank you God.45 minutes and I am still on my way. Hate the traffic. As if he heard my mind talk, the auto driver nearly misses a Scorpio and almost bumps into an active as he tries to speed up. I cover my face with my hands. What if I die here in this auto I think. Time to write my will (not that I have anything precious to give away: P) Imagination runs wild just to stop at me bewildered of the thought of dying in this ok-ok top. Nope, I rule out , cant die in this top. The “Rajnikant” driver (Yes!! Of late this is my favorite adjective) takes sharp twists and turns pushing me out of my will and 100 things I wanna do before I die thoughts. And I am home... Wow home sweet home...

Perfect end to a not-so-perfect evening J

Born Lippy

The Mumbai moisture did little to moisten my over dry lips. As I opened my purse for the n^th time to search for my lip balm. I cursed my choice of the purse, I mean why buy a purse with a single pocket. So difficult to search for things. After sulking at the thought and forcing out my sanitizer, scarf and wallet, I had my hands on my balm. Her highness – my raspberry lip balm ( Name :- Born Lippy Production house :- The Body Shop)lay peacefully in the purse.

                It is one of the most amazing lip balms. So all you beautiful gals , if you like a rich raspberry aroma lip balm which is delicious at the same time, this is your thing. Leaves a very mild pink shade on the lips and moisturizes them at the same time. So for all single gals, put it on and shout out loud, “Why should boys have all the fun!” . And for the not-single gals, treat for your partners :P

                As I opened the box, the rich aroma filled the car. As the gals dabbed on some lip balm, the guys had their senses tickling. Curious lads, as they are, thought they smelled hookah.. and so began the oh-so-boring-hookah-puran. All I did was sit mum and enjoy their imaginations running wild, searching for hookah parlors here and there.

                So all in all, it’s a treat for the senses.. Try it out!! I am already lovin it J

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As a kid, I was always fascinated by clean books and neat handwriting. Dad’s business books were all well maintained, nice with bullet points, underlines, bold fonts. Mom’s handwriting was enough for her to pass in any exam without the contents even being read. So when I got my books, I wanted them to be as good as Dad’s and Mum’s. But with the elephants and horses I have for my handwriting and the slow hand, I usually ended up scribbling in my notebooks. Mum was astonished to see various font sizes, styles and decoration on a single page. When I crossed all extremes and wrote illegible stuff, I was allowed to tear that page and re-write and this time it turned out to be beautiful.

                Hope it was in the same fashion for life. Tear the unwanted, dirty, sorrowful pages and write beautiful and happy memories on them. But alas!!