Thursday, June 18, 2009

Sema Comedy panren….

It has been a long absence that I took from this blog world. Luckily today I had time to squeeze in to write couple of lines from my heart. Good news is I got into project which made me hectic from morning till night…Bad news…not even have time to cook dinner for my family…not able to spend time for my kid’s homework…be with them for dinner time…. Good that my hubby has started cooking for the family..yup..yup…and my children does their homework under the guidance of my hubby…Bad that he has to shoulder my responsibilities at home….hahahaha….There should be a balance between the better halves right……..Oh ho!!!....

Coming back to my new project, it is good to be engaged with work during this recession hours where they are on look out for sacking bench people….But it drives one crazy when the requirements keep changing and you end up updating the same document “n” number of times using the enhanced features of MS-Word…LOL….

I’ve so many incidence to write about…Let me start some funny interesting happenings….

I was ranting about this Kid’s summer at my office in my previous post….It was the last day celebration..and all kids were performing dance and as usual I forgot to bring my camera to click pictures of them..(my hubby says you take pictures of all dishes you make and post it in blog..but you don’t take pictures of kids….the moment I start clicking pictures for my food blog…he goes “Aarambichitaya aarambichitta”….)....Gosh! I missed those moments... I was searching for some suitable employee whom I could rely on to get those photos emailed to me.. ..oh! I have seen her couple of times before in the pantry helping her daughter to drink milk in my project area …In fact, I have asked her whether she will be around till say 7:00pm with her daughter so that I can put my children along with her daughter while I go and attend my client meeting. She told me that she will be leaving early and I started cribbing to her that I’ve a client meeting till 7:00pm and I donno what to do with my kids when I ‘m away in the meeting..blah..blah..Oh ! a familiar face…I took a seat beside her. She has 2 daughter , one in class 10 and her sister in the summer camp..I introduced myself to her and humbly requested her to email me the photos once it is downloaded. She happily agreed. I enquired about her project. She goes introducing herself..and it so happened that she also belongs to my project. Oh ! great. I continued engaging her with more dialogues…So are you a project manager or something?..”nope..I manage the whole “ “ project….Still my mudhead didn’t work…My big mouth once again lost control….so you report to “X” (x is the delivery manager) ?..Nope…Mr X reports to Mr Y (delivery head) and in turn reports to me (General manager)..……I gave a shock and opened my mouth and closed it with my palm just right in front of her……..Can anyone imagine what a blunder I made?....I sat there beside her for the next 10 mintues me turning like stone and feltdumbhead…….It happens baby…but should not happen to anybody in this world…………..

Here is another one

My TL have booked a meeting room for discussing the weekly status with the onsite contrapart. Usually she books the same room “Narmada”. Because of the non-availability of usual room, she informed me that about the new meeting room “Kedarnath”. I was in middle of hectic workload, I didn’t get that registered in my mind. I started late from my desk. I rushed down from 5th to 4th floor, assuming that it should be somewhere in 4th floor. I checked couple of meeting room there. No sign of my team members. So enquired some guys sitting at 4th floor. They said that the Kedarnath is in 5th floor. Once again took the stairs and finally tracked down “Kedarnath”. Late by 15 mintues. The meeting has already started. I took the only chair available. My TL gave me a look. My boss, from the other side of the world, is already discussing about the status of some task. Tension gushed inside me. Attendance would have already been taken and logged in his status report. Has he finished discussing about my task…All these thought process were rushing my head…I was not mentally into the call…There was a sudden silence in the room ..for a pause…Suddenly, My boss started with a great stress and voice modulation“TO ME, …...”. I thought he is asking me about something “SUMY….” It rhymed with my name…”TO ME”..and “SUMY..” ..I immediately jumped onto the speaker phone..and “Hi Ron, Good morning, Please tell me..”…All my team members waved at me with a “No..No…”…Then I realized that it is “TO ME..”…Luckily, the mute button was enabled…I hit my head with my hand and hid myself under the table….Every one was laughing to glory…..

Sema comedy panren…in office too……….

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Summer Camp at my office

(Vava in cream color frock dancing and Monu in green color shirt behind dancing too!!!!!)

It’s been a marathon run for me and my children for last 2 weeks..solid 9 days. Wake them up by 7:00 and make them brush, take bath and get dressed..bare minimum…forget about breakfast…making them eat or eating all by themselves so early by 7:30..No way of opening our mouth…tight daughter is happy that I’m not forcing her to eat something….Me running between kitchen to answer my cook and bedroom to listen/shout/instruct/compromise with my kids……..maen, by 8:00, I finish my washing cloths, taking bath, breakfast and running between bedroom, kitchen and living room trying to finish up whatever possible. The only good thing happen is that my office cab picks us right in front of my gate. Thank God, otherwise I just can’t imagine running around 2 bubbly kids with my office bag, lunch bag, and their lunch bags and another bag for change of clothes in case if it is required. Off we go and reach office by 8:45. My kids are fascinated to be in my office. Monu goes “Why amma so many TV’s in your office?”..It is not is desktop..Sorry he has seen only laptop at home. My daughter is excited to see coffee machine with lots of options for hotwater, capaccino, expresso, milk, steam and what not. She goes on to fill in her share of coffee. Spill it all over the table and I keep cleaning the table. Running between my desk and restroom to siphon out their bladder. This goes on till they get to their summer camp starting at 9:30.

They have lots of activities like puppet show, movies, dance, drawing, coloring, arts, crafts, cookery..what name it, they are busy at something or the other.

I join them once again during lunch hours. Starting from 1:00 ..goes on for an hour till they finish. Then once again back to their camp with rest of the activities.

I get many complaints from other girls in the camp. Aunty, monu is tickling me..pinching me, hitting me…I give them a big smile and big hug. Can’t help, dear.

Back to my desk and get engrossed with my new project. I, infact, get a reminder call from the organiser to pick them at 5:30. Oops! I’m on my way.

My meetings start with my counterpart at 5:30…Thanks to my neighbours, ladies..they keep engaging them with teasing them, giving them snacks, and asking them to draw, sing , dance and me locked with other peers in the conference room endlessly for next 2 hr. Physically sitting there, and mentally with my children..if they want to go the restroom what will my friends do?...checking my mobile often in case I have a missed call.

And finally I’m out and rush to my desk to find either they are more happy to be in the company of my friends or in a bad mood if the teasing and ragging becomes too much for them to handle. If I’m on time for my office cab, thank God, grab all those bags and drag them out to get into the cab.

By the time, they reach home..almost 30 to 45 mintues drive, they fell asleep. Then they go straight to bed. Good night.

Next morning, it is the same routine……..

End of it, they enjoyed a lot….and still they wanna to come to my office….
(Monu receiving certificate and a bag ...last day farewell celebration)...Monu tore the certificate into bits and pieces........on reaching home..........
(Monu dressed as spiderman........)
(Vava waiting for her part of cake)
(Farewell cake.....)
(Monu about to receive the certificate and bag)
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