So. MORE than a year since I blogged, but recent inspiration has brought me back.
So much has changed. Even the blogger dashboard is different and I got confused looking at it. But that's just me - confused as always.
Be that as it may, I can safely say I do not miss writing. It is after all my job now, to write what I see, sometimes what I don't see. Either way, I get to write. Flow words all over the page. Type. Click clack click clack.
I've even learned to type without squinting at the keyboard. Yaay me.
Yes, I crib and cry about the hours and the stress, but never about the monotony. It is never still. I am never allowed to be still. Yet, I love every moment of it. Every fibre of my being is tuned to be on the go at a second's notice.
It's tough being on the move without my scooter. Without intending offence to those who have lost their legs, I feel like mine are cut off at the hip. And it's just been a week since I sold my old bike and impatient me has driven my poor father to madness by asking him 15067 times a day when the new one will arrive.
I wonder how some of my colleagues go reporting without wheels. I mean, I've taken the bus once in the past week, and the fact that every time I take public transport I have to yell at a guy to stop falling on the ladies side of the bus... Well, I just don't have the patience any more.
Therefore, I am this week's auto-rani. I don't even bat an eyelid when they ask Rs 100 from Purasaiwalkam to Kilpauk. Nice, no? Rival newspaper has started ad campaign to bring back auto meters and all, but I doubt if it will appeal to the government. Considering they have a defamation suit filed against them by the CM, among other things.
That's the story this week. Hopefully new tales to follow.
So much has changed. Even the blogger dashboard is different and I got confused looking at it. But that's just me - confused as always.
Be that as it may, I can safely say I do not miss writing. It is after all my job now, to write what I see, sometimes what I don't see. Either way, I get to write. Flow words all over the page. Type. Click clack click clack.
I've even learned to type without squinting at the keyboard. Yaay me.
Yes, I crib and cry about the hours and the stress, but never about the monotony. It is never still. I am never allowed to be still. Yet, I love every moment of it. Every fibre of my being is tuned to be on the go at a second's notice.
It's tough being on the move without my scooter. Without intending offence to those who have lost their legs, I feel like mine are cut off at the hip. And it's just been a week since I sold my old bike and impatient me has driven my poor father to madness by asking him 15067 times a day when the new one will arrive.
I wonder how some of my colleagues go reporting without wheels. I mean, I've taken the bus once in the past week, and the fact that every time I take public transport I have to yell at a guy to stop falling on the ladies side of the bus... Well, I just don't have the patience any more.
Therefore, I am this week's auto-rani. I don't even bat an eyelid when they ask Rs 100 from Purasaiwalkam to Kilpauk. Nice, no? Rival newspaper has started ad campaign to bring back auto meters and all, but I doubt if it will appeal to the government. Considering they have a defamation suit filed against them by the CM, among other things.
That's the story this week. Hopefully new tales to follow.
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