The Single Life

Though it seems like forever (and then some) I've barely been married for four months. I lived alone for a HELL of a lot longer than that, so I figured I'd just easily revert to my single-girl self this weekend when the husband went out of town.

Don't get me wrong, I love the complancency of married life with its domestic routines and its cheerful little highs.... But can I just say, once in a while, living-alone life can be FABULOUS too.

Getting online at night and talking to people in other time zones whom you don't get to talk to otherwise.

Discussions about careers and love lives seeming more profound at midnight than ever.

Chatting and reading ebooks till you fall asleep.

Staying out all day without a single spare thought about needing to get home for the maid.

Peacing out on giant gossipy phone calls.

Ahhhh, life's good.

Now if this were only Chennai, this would be good times fifteen thousand. I need friends in HYDERABAD, dammit. Does any one know any worth knowing?

Mindblasting

I just finished watching (500) Days of Summer, and loved almost every minute. If I ever wrote a movie, it's the kind of kitsch I'd come up with. Use the cute stuff to reel in the audience - then wack them in the behind with a heaping spoonful of reality. 

There's always the possibility that people won't get it. There are no explanations, no excuses. Just an account of the (despicable) things that love enables. 

There's something so powerful about a story which acknowledges that the leading man isn't necessarily the hero, or that happy endings don't need to be universally applicable. That's about all the sanity we can expect from the universe. 

PS: If the movie doesn't do it for you, try Theobroma's Kejriwal. It supposedly isn't authentic, but eggs make me sick and good bread with melty cheese makes me happy, so this version is probably closer to an epicurean epiphany for me anyway.

The One For Me

I whooshed through college right into my first job, and off from there into my second. I've never really had to look for a job, and the thought of interviewing for one kinda freaks me out.

Especially because so far I've done marketing, and what I really really want to do is publishing. Each time I think about applying to a marketing role, I cringe inside, and think my present marketing job's awesome enough, even if working from home bores me to death. As for publishing, well, I looked and looked, but Hyderabad has absolutely nothing.

And so, when I got an email about the perfect job, though it made no sense because it was in another city, I figured - why not? 

There's something about knowing when a job is so right for you. I'm all kinds of insecure when it comes to interviews, but I got an adrenaline rush just from knowing for sure that this job was something I could do, and do well, and love doing. It's the only interview in my life for which I knew enough before hand not to bother preparing. I breezed through it and felt confident quoting a salary expectation, something I've never managed before. And afterwards, I knew they'd hire me, and that if they didn't, I wouldn't bother obsessing because I'd done everything perfectly. 

That's the magic of the perfect job I guess. 

... I got the job. And, well, it doesn't make sense taking it up because of a bunch of different reasons. But now, I know of a job type where I can actually want to wake up and go to work every morning, without a lingering sense of doubt at the back of my head about whether I'm good enough to cut it. I didn't even know for sure if such a thing existed, and it's a major breakthrough for me to know that it does. And maybe some other day, when enough things fall in place, I'll hunt it down.