Friday, February 24, 2017

Errr, I want to leave at 6!

I rarely write about workplaces primarily because workplace is a small constituent in my overall scheme of things and more often that not, it doesn't give me interesting, inspiring perspectives to write about. I often stumble onto beautiful places and people who are far away from where I work and so it gives me little opportunity if at all to write about. Today, I am making an exception because I have something to rant about. Let me at the outset tell you, I absolutely love working and a few days off from work makes me cranky and irritable, but having said that I am also someone who is a sticker for time, time of leaving office.

Yes, the oft repeated debate about when one should leave office. Very early in my career, I figured that I am not going to pull off late working hours, I knew I didn't like to hang around coffee places or idle gossip during the day if I can't manage a free evening. And so began the constant tussle of my leaving office on time and for others to pull me down. It has been the strangest thing I have ever felt - colleagues, friends, bosses or key stakeholders, they have at some or the other point commented sarcastically on me being away at the tick of the clock. It's strange because most of them propagate leaving office on time and yet pass on the taunt whenever they feel like. I have been fortunate in the sense that none of it impacted the recognition or the growth that I got wherever I worked. However, as a HR professional and someone pretty much passionate about her work, there is thing I would like to pen down. If a colleague is leaving office at the hour you can't manage to leave, then you should be the one feeling apologetic rather than the colleague who is rushing to play with her child or going for a zumba class or has a doctor's appointment or who simply enjoys her chai in the balcony where she can see her plants grow! Are we really saying that a person who has been in the office for 12 hours is more productive than a person who has had the time to go for a long walk and then sleep blissfully. Why is that employees smugly boast about night outs, skipping important family events, forgetting their loved one's birthdays but never taking a pause and feeling sorry about it. Why is is that I know no one, who can hold her neck high and say that for the past one year, I have never stayed back late at work or I have never missed my guitar lessons, case of misplaced priorities huh? Believe me you, I have nothing against people who like to give their heart and soul to work but well I am not that person and I would rather take pride in being who I am than being sorry for who I am not.

Workplaces need correction and that will happen when everyone makes a concerted effort to put away the bias that tells us 12 hours is better than 8 or that a person who has nothing to say apart from work is better placed for a promotion than a person who reads, writes, dances, paints and runs. There was a reason why we had extra-curricular and sports being emphasized in school, it's time that workplaces re-do their strategy or be content with robots replacing wonderful human beings they once hired!

Here is to a life full of everything and a little bit of work :)



Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Love dear love!

There is something magical about old love,   you know the love that is wrinkled in places but still pink with glow. I am a sucker for such love dear blog. How I get all teary, starry eyed whenever I get to see a glimpse of old love. Not to say that I don't love the young love. The magical, tender, new love. The oh-so-delicate yet real love. Lucky is a person who gets either and blessed the one for whom one merges into another.
There is a third kind of love as well, the hard love. The love without roses and songs, the one that comes with thorns and  forlorn. I, in the knowledge of my limited circle started to believe that hard love doesn't exist anymore. I thought, its the era of bygones, and in the world connected with watsapp, FB, emails, calls, agreeable parents one possibly couldn't  experience the hard love. But well, could I be further from the truth!
We were in Kutch for a short trip and there we hired a cab and along came a happy driver. Eager to take us around, be our guide and always ready to go an extra mile. He told us many a tales about the lives and people of Kutch but nothing as fascinating as his own love story. It started eight years back in a mela in Kuchh. He met a girl and fell in love. They started dating in the limited means of a small town life. They confessed their love for each other but soon hell broke lose. He is a Muslim and the girl a Hindu. Need I say more or I could just let you guess. The girl's family did everything they could to get the driver boy out of their way, which included putting him in jail for two nights. But the love survived because the girl didn't shy. The Nikah took place in December and now they are together. I almost clapped in joy, for such love is not just hard to find, but harder to survive.
For today and forever, this one is for all those who made it happen, for the ones who didn't take the easy way out, for the ones that stuck their neck out. May you never outgrow love and may you experience the bliss of love forever.
To our happy driver and his new wife. 

Friday, February 3, 2017

One sport at a time

Over the few years dear blog, I picked up a few hobbies here and there, you know like reading, blogging, cooking and gardening (very recently). All these of course, cannot by any means be called passions but they help me unwind and de-clutter. I was confident that any well-meaning individual does not need any more in life to thrive and sustain. But well, like always I was wrong. This revelation happened suddenly, in the last month or so when in our new society, a sports fest was underway. There were a host of watsapp groups, posters, discussions regarding rules, individual sports, team formations, strategy, practice sessions and the like. I told myself, it isn’t my cup of tea, not my kind of stuff, so I ignored everything and got back to my regular routine. But then, you know how some events get the better of you and so did the Sports Fest. Every-time, I stepped out of the house or glanced at my phone, someone would casually ask “hey, do you play this” and I without an iota of shame, said “nope, never”.  In my mind, I laughed often on the enthusiasm and the seriousness with which the list of events was planned – football, throwball, volleyball, cricket – men and women, badminton – men and women, table tennis – men and women, dodgeball, chess, carom, pool and many more. I thought what a spectacle it would be to watch a bunch of women and men play these sports, it would be spectacularly funny, if nothing else. But alas, could I be more wrong than that. And thus one fine Friday evening started the Sports fest, with much fanfare, amidst chaos and loud cheering. 

The start was slow, sluggish and I smiled to myself, I told you so. But dear blog, over the next few days, was I amazed, inspired or completely in awe. It is difficult to pin point what made me look forward to the sports that I never cared for. Men and women of all ages came together and gave such a fight to each mother. New mothers, middle aged men and school going children none of them shied away from being put in the spot. They fell, they fought but they competed with all their might. It was super impressive, for many people participated in a Sports fest possibly after at least a decade if not more. 

In our country, sports is so underrated that hardly anyone thinks of picking sports up as hobby, forget career. If parents or adults have to choose between a regular job and a shot at say a football career, majority will go with the former thus squashing a budding footballer into nothingness. When in a housing society of only a couple of hundred people, had so many excellent players, how would it be if the base was larger. Believe me you, dear blog the Sports Fest really helped people know and uplift each other. It was heartening to see the men cutting down a few working hours to help the women bowl, bat and field. While a lot of people had bruises, muscle pulls and body aches, it was all worth it for it involved adrenalin rush and challenging oneself.

All of us at some point, get inspired by stories of the now famed Geeta-Babita and the forever champions Roger-Rafa, but my inspiration has come from the stellar women and men who I saw live in our sports ground. No no, don’t get me wrong, I have no fancy plans and if you would have seen me running a 100 meter relay you would realize how I should not even think in that direction. But I want to pick up a sport this year, for the thrill, the joy and the hard-work that it entails. You may see fewer blog posts but definitely a bigger sports lover. To being wiser and fitter.