Saturday Morning

Clearly, I am over qualified for my job. Not that my present means of earning bread and butter annoys me (yet) or tires me needlessly. It's just that I see myself deriving a great deal of joy from simple things which require little or no thought.. Serious thought that is.

Like a postman. Now thats a job I would perform splendidly. Especially in Bombay. And to make it more fun the area I service should be huge…
And I should see new and exotic places everyday… Bhandup, Mumbra, Kalyan… Masjid Bunder, Ghatkopar… no these places really exist, I’m not making them up. I wish I were imaginative enough to come up with names that interesting.
I’d deliver mail… chit chat with its recipients. Maybe learn marathi or gujarati..
Hmm… yes I shall have to weather a substantial pay-cut to pursue this alternate career.
So I suppose I’ll have to marry someone really rich, having been denied blood relations to any rich people who’s death is imminent. God really is mean.

But then how many investment bankers do you know who’d be willing to marry a postman?

Hmm…

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Thane is quite lovely. At least it looks so from the train. It’s green and hilly. And far away from anything which is even remotely familiar.
Kalyan, not so much. Lovely that is. Far? Oh yes its far. It might as well be on another planet.

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I should wrap up… Am in Worli, need to head to Dadar. And I started from Bandra. Need I take such a circuitous route? Of course not… but I figure I should do this things as long as I have the energy to wake up early enough in the morning to budget time for such adventures. It helps that I can afford to… Monetarily that is.

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The weekend is upon us. But my company insists on working on Saturdays as well… what a bunch of chumps.
But I’ve gotten used to it… I am in fact one whole month old in the organisation (as a much exclamatory, i.e. “!!!!” mail from HR recently informed me, HR dude, they need to get a clue).

But something must be done with Sunday… something grand…

Maybe I’ll sleep in late? That’s a start :)