Last two weeks have been a sort of a time warp. I have been going to work, working till I drop, coming back home and then actually dropping and then spending the nights in uncomfortable and disturbed sleep. I have been set unrealistic deadlines to create the Himalayas and I have been doing it too. As a result everything I have ever thought of doing to be actually creative have pretty much gone down the drain. My laundry basket is over flowing, my cupboard is emptying at a frightening rate and I fear one of these morning when I wake up from the deadly slumber I fall into post eleven pm, I will find painted stainless steel staring back at me instead of clothes and then I'll have to dig into filth of unspeakable nature.
I have collected a pile of books which I don't have the tenacity to read more than ten pages at a time, and they are collecting, yet the thirst to buy new books isn't abating. Something tells me that my grand plans of being the erudite blue stocking by the time I'm thirty will never be successful.
Its this job. Its tedious. Though people will correct me by saying that I have it better than a lot of IT based people who don't really do anything they love. But the thing is, just because designing is something creative and I like it doesn't really make my job any less tedious. The content. The content is what matters. Designing a mammoth 40 page website for an NGO which is likely not going to be seen by anyone other than the self-back-patting members of the client doesn't do anything to my ego. It's not really serving any purpose.. other than helping them play the power games that they love. And I guess I should say that I am sort of proud of the fact that I managed to redesign a monstrosity that it was before into something a little more palatable. But that's a short satisfaction.
I have been forced to take small joys like arranging my books, and buying a decently printed bed cover and milking it for all its worth.
My father had a short stop over in Bangalore on his way back from somewhere else. And I took him around, fed him. He bought me an iPod. Again. Same model as last time. Touch. Fourth Generation. And I have lost track of how many this one makes. I will touch all the wood and all the types of wood that is there to make this one not be lost to me. Its providing me with my current joy.
I have also developed a rather unfortunate internet habit. I run through 5GB of internet in 10 days and 10GB in about 15. Its really sick.
Well. I just got an illegal internet top up. So I'm off to the land of QI. So much for writing for pleasure.
I have collected a pile of books which I don't have the tenacity to read more than ten pages at a time, and they are collecting, yet the thirst to buy new books isn't abating. Something tells me that my grand plans of being the erudite blue stocking by the time I'm thirty will never be successful.
Its this job. Its tedious. Though people will correct me by saying that I have it better than a lot of IT based people who don't really do anything they love. But the thing is, just because designing is something creative and I like it doesn't really make my job any less tedious. The content. The content is what matters. Designing a mammoth 40 page website for an NGO which is likely not going to be seen by anyone other than the self-back-patting members of the client doesn't do anything to my ego. It's not really serving any purpose.. other than helping them play the power games that they love. And I guess I should say that I am sort of proud of the fact that I managed to redesign a monstrosity that it was before into something a little more palatable. But that's a short satisfaction.
I have been forced to take small joys like arranging my books, and buying a decently printed bed cover and milking it for all its worth.
My father had a short stop over in Bangalore on his way back from somewhere else. And I took him around, fed him. He bought me an iPod. Again. Same model as last time. Touch. Fourth Generation. And I have lost track of how many this one makes. I will touch all the wood and all the types of wood that is there to make this one not be lost to me. Its providing me with my current joy.
I have also developed a rather unfortunate internet habit. I run through 5GB of internet in 10 days and 10GB in about 15. Its really sick.
Well. I just got an illegal internet top up. So I'm off to the land of QI. So much for writing for pleasure.
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