Occupied....
I know it's been quite long since I've visited this place but somehow don't feel like writing these days. Of course I've been very busy, trying to manage both home and workplace as they say. I think I'm not doing great in either place - when I start for office, I keep thinking when I should start back and when I do in the night, I keep feeling worried that I have not been able to finish so many things. But in spite of that, I know I want to work, I want to know so much more about banking. I want to be the master of my module, to see that day when I can confidently volunteer to take any topic in our internal trainings, to stop being nervous when I talk in those trainings....uh!!
I will, I will!! I should thank my boss also, for making me a part of most of the enhancements that are coming our way, either totally or in discussions.
Kid is all set for the summer holidays. There is a summer camp in his school itself but mother is asking me to send him there. He may trouble her there I guess, thinking of me. I remember I used to be a pest when I used to go to Nagare without my mother, my restlessness growing as the evening approached.
Talking of summer camps, every parent that I know is eager to pack off their children to one. I think the approaching summer is seen more as a headache than anything else by most of us working parents.
Where are all the Russian books(translated) gone that I used to wait for in my childhood? Every year in some season, they used to come selling those books to our schools and Pappa never missed buying them. I asked him recently about it and he said after the demise of Soviet Union, even those books are gone. I miss them and wish I had saved some of mine. If I go and hunt in the attic back home, I may find some I hope....
I will, I will!! I should thank my boss also, for making me a part of most of the enhancements that are coming our way, either totally or in discussions.
Kid is all set for the summer holidays. There is a summer camp in his school itself but mother is asking me to send him there. He may trouble her there I guess, thinking of me. I remember I used to be a pest when I used to go to Nagare without my mother, my restlessness growing as the evening approached.
Talking of summer camps, every parent that I know is eager to pack off their children to one. I think the approaching summer is seen more as a headache than anything else by most of us working parents.
Where are all the Russian books(translated) gone that I used to wait for in my childhood? Every year in some season, they used to come selling those books to our schools and Pappa never missed buying them. I asked him recently about it and he said after the demise of Soviet Union, even those books are gone. I miss them and wish I had saved some of mine. If I go and hunt in the attic back home, I may find some I hope....

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