I am writing this for no other reason as to kill time. If you are also a bored by singledom read on.
My Life in Bangalore : A day in my life (Weekday):
5:00 am : I have started waking up early these days after reading the book "The Monk Who Sold Ferrari". Its time to have the trademark Kerala "Chai" ,where i share the sip with scores of others ranging from Labourers to Call center folks returning after a Hard night's work.
5:20 am : Its now time for the morning walk (again "The monk... " effect) . I walk through the prolific locality of Indira Nagar ,even as i am counting the steps. I just crossover to the other side of road as i see a pack of dogs leading their master for the morning stroll. I have just finished 2000 steps as i reach the 100ft road . Its time to walk back
5:50 am : I buy the newspaper as the thought of Office creates a churn in my stomach. I just dislodge the thought and focus on the Newspaper. Nothing great seems to be happening around the globe.
6:10 am: Intellectual exercise time. You guessed it right. Its again the "The Monk who sold ..." effect. really energizing to read some good paragraphs as you prepare for a hard day.
6:30 am : I start meditating ,which seems to be easier said than done. I start to focus my wandering mind to no avail.I have found that i can hardly control my mind ,if at all anything.
7:00 am: Got a sudden Inspiration to cook the breakfast. I cook the vermicelli upma of the minimalist kind . A feeling of greatness dawns upon me amazed at my own culinary skills
8:00 am : I complete my morning chores & Breakfast and standing with fellow workers for the trip to office. I board the bus and greet my regular friends ,some of whom are preparing to doze off .The cab driver switches on the FM radio with the RJ speaking ceaselessly about a crap issue. Driver too,seems dis-interested and switches to the other FM stations only to hear some other crap.
I just finished reading the Newspaper editorial as Cab just zips (or trudges) past the Marathalli bridge .
9 am: I just reached the office ,and the first thing i do is to fill the spreadsheet to keep track of my expenses . I start planning for the day . As with all Plans, mine also sits just on the paper.
9:00 am - 6:00 pm : Its just plain work and No comments
6: oo pm : I board the bus back to home thinking of cooking the Dinner.Traffic is brimming to the full in Old Madras road. It took half-an hour for 3 Kilomaeters and its just the first bottle-neck.Two more to go. I just drop my plans for Dinner and plan to eat out.
8:00 pm : Time for some more crap this time on the television. Its time for writing the diary , accounting for the day's eventful!!! happenings.
10:00 pm : Gone to bed as i have to wakeup for another prolific day very early
My Life in Bangalore : A day in my life (Weekday):
5:00 am : I have started waking up early these days after reading the book "The Monk Who Sold Ferrari". Its time to have the trademark Kerala "Chai" ,where i share the sip with scores of others ranging from Labourers to Call center folks returning after a Hard night's work.
5:20 am : Its now time for the morning walk (again "The monk... " effect) . I walk through the prolific locality of Indira Nagar ,even as i am counting the steps. I just crossover to the other side of road as i see a pack of dogs leading their master for the morning stroll. I have just finished 2000 steps as i reach the 100ft road . Its time to walk back
5:50 am : I buy the newspaper as the thought of Office creates a churn in my stomach. I just dislodge the thought and focus on the Newspaper. Nothing great seems to be happening around the globe.
6:10 am: Intellectual exercise time. You guessed it right. Its again the "The Monk who sold ..." effect. really energizing to read some good paragraphs as you prepare for a hard day.
6:30 am : I start meditating ,which seems to be easier said than done. I start to focus my wandering mind to no avail.I have found that i can hardly control my mind ,if at all anything.
7:00 am: Got a sudden Inspiration to cook the breakfast. I cook the vermicelli upma of the minimalist kind . A feeling of greatness dawns upon me amazed at my own culinary skills
8:00 am : I complete my morning chores & Breakfast and standing with fellow workers for the trip to office. I board the bus and greet my regular friends ,some of whom are preparing to doze off .The cab driver switches on the FM radio with the RJ speaking ceaselessly about a crap issue. Driver too,seems dis-interested and switches to the other FM stations only to hear some other crap.
I just finished reading the Newspaper editorial as Cab just zips (or trudges) past the Marathalli bridge .
9 am: I just reached the office ,and the first thing i do is to fill the spreadsheet to keep track of my expenses . I start planning for the day . As with all Plans, mine also sits just on the paper.
9:00 am - 6:00 pm : Its just plain work and No comments
6: oo pm : I board the bus back to home thinking of cooking the Dinner.Traffic is brimming to the full in Old Madras road. It took half-an hour for 3 Kilomaeters and its just the first bottle-neck.Two more to go. I just drop my plans for Dinner and plan to eat out.
8:00 pm : Time for some more crap this time on the television. Its time for writing the diary , accounting for the day's eventful!!! happenings.
10:00 pm : Gone to bed as i have to wakeup for another prolific day very early
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