I Can Do This and That Too

What could have possibly seeded this oppressive feeling in me? Never in life have I hated my job, well I might have, but the degree is far more acute this time. I gave it my best and now, I think, it behoves me to wave goodbye to my job and accept, with my head held high, that its shade was a bit too colorful for my sensitive soul. 

So what am i going do now, actually, I have been spending a little too much time to hate, curse, and find faults with what I-have-been-doing than to give a serious thought to what-should-I. However, the hating and cursing period is over, as I can’t increase the degree of hate or invent new cuss words.  So, to start with let’s list down the alternative career options I have now:

11)      Photography: Must find out if there is any age limit to this things, what are my chances of becoming a pro, and MONIES…will I ever be able to make money out of this? And what sort of photography. Animals? Poor, sad people- cry or begging at the traffic lights. Will I be able to go home and get a sound sleep, after spending a day waiting for the saddest moments around for the perfect shot? Nah! I don’t think so. I am meant to click the beautiful landscapes, run around in leather booths and khakhi shorts in African-Jungles. By the way, what are the statistics around photographer coming to the safety of cities from African-jungles?

22)      Writing: what kind of writing, don’t thing the kind of post I am writing is much in demand…nobody even reads it. Gah! You all blighted souls, you rotten people, why can’t you spend one minute and hit the like button? Talk about a kind world!

33)      House wife: will my husband pay me INR 50k as pocket money? I am even ready to accept cuts in the current salary that I am getting; how many people accept a new job at a salary cut? But still chances are that bleak that I shouldn’t even have wasted one minute typing this option.

44)      Join TV: is there any opening in balaji production, yes yes I am alluding to dear Ekta Kapoor. Fat chances I see for myself in one of those saas bahu  kahanees. All I need to do is to cry my eyes out and sleep in bloody heavy party-wear saree and 20 layers of makeup. I am up for it, if you have a place for a 32 year old woman madam.

55)      Open a tea-Maggie stall: Now this is the most alluring career option I can think of. It keeps coming back to me in the small hours of morning and long hours of dark night like a boomerang.  The original idea is to open this quaint, little stall in some tourists- hit mountains of Himachal, but looking at the circumstances I can make a small change in plan and open chia-coffee shop here in city. Nah! Just the mere thought of it has wrenched the fun and attractiveness out of the idea. This has to happen in white-grey cloud laden, lush green, smoky and cold mountains.

66)      Travelling: how does one fetch around a job, where all one has to do is to travel and enjoy it? Sigh! Have I relapsed into day dreaming…got to wake myself up! Pheww…age is getting on to me faster than I expected it to.

Here, the list has already ended and I haven’t even decided on which of the above should I look at seriously (option 3 and 5 are anyway out as of now).It looks like at the end of this vacation, which is the next Monday, I will be back in office and slogging like an ass with no time to fritter on any such ideas.  But till then I can spend every waking minute, I have, to conjure up some fabulous idea to save myself from aging a year every day!  Because I have started to notice this conspicuous feeling of running away from the routine I have been living for too long now.