Well, after a month being (re)located in the Fynancyal (yes this city seems to have a serious case of corrupting names... ) capital, life is a tad slow. Now dont get me wrong, its rather comfortable, work is a 10 minute walk away ... office hours are good, even the work is tolerable (for the time being).. but the living situation is rather ...slow. The guesthouse is a 3rd floor flat. Air conditioning, 2 rooms, 3 TV's (differnt sizes), 2 remotes for the same (WTF??!?!) and for appliances, one Iron, one board, one refrigerator, one "fuzzy logic" washing machine (its a relief being away from the "power" laundrettes whose sole objective in life seems to be to convince one to get a new wardrobe)...
Now work.. excellent .. somewhat... the office has this bevy of youngsters.. spaced out (having worked Australia Time in India)..managers.. strained from battling Tech Support/ Admin and other animals inhabiting the corporate jungle... and yours truly... teaching all Derivatives (yes thats the kind of finance I do)
Now the other issue with this location (which btw is a more organised concrete jungle ..at best), is the location. It isnt really bombay (you dont get compressed en route to work)...therefore getting away is another issue - requires multimodal transportation - a TukTuk (alternatively known simply as an "Auto") - a WWII vintage Cab and possibly the Train. What goes for a train would put PoW camps to shame.. if one survices the biological assault (thic comes in variants, bacteria(usually found on the l load, aromas (not really, and zoombies (violent ones... found on all parts of the 1945 Virar "Fast" - fast being relative ...to a buillock cart)
However, drinking is good though prohibitively expensive... one colleague blew 12k (or about £150) on a drinking session for 2.
On the positive side - the trip back erstwhile home was great - one got to see the blue sky and indulge in pleasurable activities ;-) imbibe somewhat copious quantities of alcohol (absolutely necessary on the weekend) - discovered a variant on a prop. cocktail recepie (highly appreciated by the co-imbiber).
But... the internet is acting up.. so shall stop the tirade here. More shall come later (mostly because Google gives free space and readers cannot complain). So I shall sign off and wait for my sense of humour to return before I write. You all be good... hopefully not too good ;-)
Cheers!
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