K always says that he sees me as this tough cookie kind of professional who as he delicately put it “straps on a pair of balls and goes to work and hopefully removes them when you return home”. I distinctly remember telling him that I don’t usually feel the need to resort to taking on any of the cliched male characteristics to get my work done. Nor to get ahead. At a working lunch today a very senior person from another company mentioned I’m very unconventional from all the other women he knows who have a similar job role as me. And I asked him how. To which without missing a beat he simply replied, “You still have a sense of humour”. Which spoke spades to me about how most women in corporates conduct themselves once they reach managerial positions.
“To be or not to be?” was never really a question with me. Working in Financial Consulting can simply be described in two words “profitably stressful”. And add a Sales profile to this job and it adds that extra element of insanity. The fact that you largely interact with men, are surrounded by men and report to men, must be the overwhelming reason why women think they need to suddenly turn very alpha in order to be efficient or effective. But let me say this, I run a team of men. I’m not going to shy away from admitting that I’m ruthless when I need to be. Yes ruthless. But I do all of it retaining my femininity. And I sincerely believe that a woman’s touch is a genius tool that unfortunately people are forgetting to hone.
How much thought do you put into buying a keychain? For the extent of its work life, it serves as an important tool helping us get into doors, cabinets and even safe boxes. But since it exists to perform a function do we put enough thought into something that reflects us? Or do we just use it as a tool of functionality?
I need to take a picture of my assorted collection of keychains. And they can only be described collectively in one word – FUN!!!
Walked into Archie’s after the longest time and felt like I had fallen into a time capsule. Those soft toys, cards categorised by occasion and relationships, mugs embossed with encouragement, planners, stamp and coin albums. So many things I had spent so much time drooling at in my teenage years.
in other news, got to visit this amazing co-working space today. Just the energy in the space was so inspiring. It’s now led to dreams that involve being an entrepreneur interacting with other people in such a space who are also trying to get their companies off the ground.
Black Panther has been watched and I can hardly wait for ‘Infinity War’. If you’ve known me for even a week, one probably figures out my – let’s call it love for all things superheroes. Exhibit A: I count helping decorate the ex’s office cabin as pictured below a couple of years earlier as one of my biggest achievements till date 🤪.
I’m digressing. Black Panther is a kind of spectacle I have never witnessed on screen earlier. And as I was telling P that since all Marvel movies till now have had villains with some galactic angle in their stories, this was just so real. I’m totally on a movie high!!
May 2018!! Can you get here soon enough?!!
A picture of the Strangers Project that sparked the lovely conversation with a friend visiting from NY.
I think every child growing up was told not to talk to strangers. I think it’s a valid rule made up by ever concerned parents considering the world we live in and the unspeakable horrors that unfortunately happen right in our neighbourhoods. But does that rule have to apply to us as we grow up too?
Let me put it this way. I love talking to strangers. I’ve been at the receiving end of the most wonderful, heartwarming, inspiring and memorable stories because of the constant need in me to interact with the world. One could also be tactless and simply call it my excuse just to talk more😉. When I see so many people around me becoming more and more intent on preserving themselves for their online friends or with an ever shrinking circle of people as they’ve aged, I seem to have reached a point where I’m finding it difficult to effectively manage the increasing number of people I value. Some of them I’m sure will not be there in my life when I turn 40. And there are a few I’m certain I won’t lose even if I live to be a 100.
As I type this I’m recollecting a few interesting run ins I’ve had with strangers this very week. One involves a restroom at the club where me along with 4 random girls become grief councillor’s to a girl who caught her boyfriend cheating. So much solidarity has rarely been seen in a girls bathroom I tell you. The right things were said. The perfect abuses hurled. And sisterly relief was provided.
And then there was this fashionably lovely girl at the mall who stood outside a changing room and helped me pick out my birthday outfit (she really should take it up as a profession), a millennial while waiting in line at a waffle store who turned out to be a Bollywood gossip expert who got me to even install an app that she proclaimed was where you can find the “juiciest scoop”. And this pretty girl on a date at the adjacent table on karaoke night with whom I locked eyes every time someone was butchering a classic and we needed someone to roll eyes with. She came over to my table and gave me a hug before she left.
But no story will replace my King in the North story. And that historic evening involved a table full of my friends and a bar full of strangers. EPIC!!
Wish there was a way to explain the way it smells. I’m tempted to say it smells like sunshine ☀
My orchids look so joyful as they sit by the window these days.
Birthdays usually leave me feeling overwhelmed and my heart brimming with a whole lot of gratitude and an understanding of the amount of love I have earned.
Wishing for a year filled with love, luck, laughs (plenty hopefully), kisses, surprises, new learnings, enlightening and silly conversations, lots of money, tastebuds getting treated to brilliant lunches brunches and dinners along with pretty cocktails and heady liquors (but I sincerely wish that none of them show their lasting effects on the waist 🤞🏻).
Happiness is a desk full of gifts waiting for you when you get back from a meeting. My boys are the best. And in the spirit of honesty I’m strangely proud of the “Best Mum” coffee mug 🍷.