Joblessness

The days pass by, one drizzle followed by another, and the only kind of tension that erodes the mind's calmness is the choice of peanut butter to be brought home for consumption in the following week. I sort of love this uselessness, but somewhere within my mind a ticker has begun its countdown. It reads; 'Days left for blow-up'. The lava in the head is pounding and the hurry to get seated in a job is increasingly astounding. 

Its not that I'm in a real hurry to begin work as soon as possible, but after studying a course that didn't leave you with much breathing space at the end of each day, it definitely is odd when i wake up each morning to realize that all i have to do today is 'nothing'; Zero, Zilch. (besides getting Carl Johnson closer to a 100% game completion).

As Mom says that my recuperation from the happenings in and around the ghastly month of October last year is yet to reach stages of completion, a part of me believes in the fact that this stage of blanket nothingness too shall pass. There will definitely be a day when I'll begin working and will also realize that from then onward there shall be no space for nothingness. Maybe sporadic bursts of procrastination but just that.

I must tell you though that it pains me to look at my fellow friends get cozy in corporate offices actually applying the theory we may or may not remember from our days in BMM. I feel that I should be there doing that, because well that's what we were trained to. I didn't get through the oddity of the course just to cool my heels once im done with it. There seems to be a void of action here. But that too shall pass. 

The kind laws of the Sultanate of Oman mark 21 as the legal age for an expatriate to work (read: be granted an employment visa) and since yours truly is about 7 months short of that ripe age, I am forced to Intern here and train there. But my experiences so far have been pleasant. I have completed a month's training with the best of the advertising firms in Salalah, and that makes me take my current state of joblessness a little more easier, if not lighter. 

But the heart yearns for more, though the brain is clearly enjoying the slumber (I have never been so forgetful as I am now) and as I enjoy the benefits of amazingly fast broadband, unlimited water (a statement few will understand), good stuff to eat, the warmth of affection from ze folks, rides in friends cars well past midnight on roads without a blink of a pothole i can only muster up the courage to say to myself, This too shall pass....This too shall pass. (except for the affection bit, that is).

Destination: Home Sweet Home

Ok….by the time you people get to read this, I must have already reached the heavenly abode of Salalah, also known as God’s own Kerala……(A term coined by one of my friends on orkut…….hoping he doesn’t have a copyright). Now I am sitting on the plush leather chairs on the Mumbai airport, the ones with polished steel spines. The Boarding Area is deserted. I arrived early. A result of my high levels of preparedness, and of course, Past experience. Believe me! You do not want to get into a tussle with Oman Air. The Staff there are simply illogical. So, coming back to me and my loneliness….Im SUCH a despo na……..doin blogging as TP. 

Aila! The Egypt air flight just exited the parking space. That’s right. It’s the Egypt Air which is supposedly flying to Kuala Lumpur. Ok, forgetting my sarcasm. Lets arrive at the point. My Despo eyes are hunting for the plane among planes having the trademark Gold and silver symbol, and two words which distinctly remind me of home “Oman Air”.

Home! Yaay! Salalah………..Man I couldn’t have waited more for this moment. But come to think about it….Was it really the longing for home, or just the want to get the hell out of that Hostel? Pata nahin……….But whatever it is, I’m going home. And that’s my permanent address. Coz there’s No place like HOME.

Polaris. Had lots of it in the past two days, and I know that its just a spoonful of the ton of servings we’re gonna have. Its just a teeny-weeny mushroom on the base of a life-slice cheese pizza. But atleast it’s a mushroom, and not a molecule of pepper. Whatever it may be……Starting polaris was fun. A group of daring, arguable individuals who want to get pissed off. Now that’s our committee!

Coming back to the enticing prospect of Salalah. I’m coming home, little green lady, be prepared. I wont wreck havoc, but at the same time, u cant expect an Air condition deprived supposed mumbaiite to stay quiet can you?