Death...
I am afraid of attachments. Old and new.
Should I treasure the love that exists?
Or should I not love at all?
What would be more painful, memories or deprivation?
I don't know...
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
That copywriter chick - 7
No. 6 still lies in my drafts. I never published it.
Sigh...
So, I am working somewhere new. This place is bigger than my previous employment, size-wise and salary-wise.
The work is good. It is too much. So much so that 24 hours in a day seem less. And I don't get any time for travel writing.
I remember complaining earlier about not getting to do enough advertising writing and investing more time in travel writing. Well, the tables have turned now.
This place provides good exposure. They have good clients and the scope of work is quite wide. So I am happy with the growth and learning it is offering me.
The only problem here is the unhealthy work atmosphere.
It's been a month and half, I still haven't adapted to the practices of this agency.
I am having a hard time dealing with the stress. It is taking a toll on my personal life.
.............
Sigh...
So, I am working somewhere new. This place is bigger than my previous employment, size-wise and salary-wise.
The work is good. It is too much. So much so that 24 hours in a day seem less. And I don't get any time for travel writing.
I remember complaining earlier about not getting to do enough advertising writing and investing more time in travel writing. Well, the tables have turned now.
This place provides good exposure. They have good clients and the scope of work is quite wide. So I am happy with the growth and learning it is offering me.
The only problem here is the unhealthy work atmosphere.
It's been a month and half, I still haven't adapted to the practices of this agency.
I am having a hard time dealing with the stress. It is taking a toll on my personal life.
.............
Saturday, November 1, 2014
Childhood.
The other day at work, everybody was sharing stories about their childhood. The pranks they played and blunders they made as kids.
It all seemed so different then. While all that was transpiring, we never thought these would become our epic childhood moments and fondest memories.
All of us heard everyone's stories with such keenness, we wanted to know what happened next. It was a room full of smiles and warmth. I could see their juvenile avatars.
Yes, it was the same room where fights and arguments take place everyday. These were the same people who talk condescendingly about each other.
Childhood. Its memories are powerful enough to exude innocence and affection.
I wish we remembered that we were children once. That our hearts used to ooze innocence. That grudges never lasted for more than a few minutes. That smiling was our second nature. That love was for all. That friendship came naturally to us.
I wish...
Why do we wish so much!
It all seemed so different then. While all that was transpiring, we never thought these would become our epic childhood moments and fondest memories.
All of us heard everyone's stories with such keenness, we wanted to know what happened next. It was a room full of smiles and warmth. I could see their juvenile avatars.
Yes, it was the same room where fights and arguments take place everyday. These were the same people who talk condescendingly about each other.
Childhood. Its memories are powerful enough to exude innocence and affection.
I wish we remembered that we were children once. That our hearts used to ooze innocence. That grudges never lasted for more than a few minutes. That smiling was our second nature. That love was for all. That friendship came naturally to us.
I wish...
Why do we wish so much!
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