Lapses of lingy…

I was asked to write an article about work-related stress.

Did my research and completed the piece.

Are you stressed?

But by and by I realised I was following victim to the very malaise I was warning others about!

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Yesterday a colleague and myself happily strolled down the Bandra promenade.

Post a  day at work, the sound of waves were music to our ears.

Dark clouds began to encircle and we expected a downpour.

Nevertheless we kept walking, watching star-crossed lovers trying to snatch some privacy amidst the din, little children scrambling about, joggers hot in the pursuit of a perfect 10.

Suddenly, my colleague and myself stopped our garrulous banter.

Our eyes grew transfixed on a man who was walking towards us.

He had walking stick with a red bottom — a blind man, a very, very handsome one. He wore trousers, a crisp white shirt under a smart jacket and formal shoes.

He was being guided by his man friday, who glared at us with completed disapproval.

For my friend it was love at first sight. She was completed enamoured, and suggested we follow them, so she could say hello to him.

She decided her opening line would be “hello gorgeous”.

So we retraced our steps, just short of breaking into a sprint…all for the benefit of my love-struck friend.

Alas, both he and his man friday had vanished into thin air.

We figured they had slipped out of the promenade.

My friend visualised sharing her life with a blind man.

” He will never stray,” she says.

” And you don’t need to bother how hot you are looking,” I added.

The two of us chuckled as my friend said, ” It would have been fun to go with him on a date — a blind date!”

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I watched Miss Congeniality and had a few laughs.

But besides the laughs, something more profound struck home.

Sandra Bullock’s character is told, ‘ People like those who like themselves’ or something to that effect.

At the end of the film she says, ‘ Well, I don’t like those people.’

And I have to agree with her. 

Too many people these days are trying too hard to project themselves as being successful, content, happy.

Deep down they may be squirming with unhappinesss, but to the outside world they must appear impeccable.

So, do I need to stop appearing like a loser for people to like me?

When I attempt something new and fail, many will bitch.

When I attempt something new and succeed, I will receive accolades. But that’s predictable. 

It would be refreshing to have support and not solutions when I am down, because there is an idea in my head and it needs time to germinate, take root.

When I am up, genuine good will is truly enough.

I speak for anyone travelling off the beaten track.

Nothing succeeds like success? Ultimately yes, but till that happens, one must fail but not give up.

Ever.

Besides, failure has it’s benefits. It helps you discover true friends.

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The day is done, time to go home, relax, forget about work and presumptious relatives.

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Everytime a well-meaning relative suggests I meet an ‘eligible’ boy, my blood pressure begins to rise.

Their intentions are very noble no doubt, however the results are usually  disastrous.

The last time such an attempt was made, it simultaneously provided amusement and irritation in equal doses.

The ‘eligible’ chap called me up. I asked him what he did.

” I am an accountant. What do you do?,” he says.

” I am a copy editor with so and so,” I say.

” Oh! You are into IT,” he replies. Duh!

Next, snippet of conversation.

” So, with your sort of job you can do it at home right? Basically, write and upload stories,” he says, sans a clue of the long-winded process any editorial peice takes to find a space in any edition.

That’s besides the point. Why was he asking me such a question in the first place?

When I related these snippets to the matchmaker in question she suggested that he may be shy.

I ask, shy or plain dense?

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