from a little time before

In here i work pretty much like a machine, far from home, far from my friends, with very few distractions. So i will be too numb, and when i go home wont be prepared for the realities which are always waiting for me. Most of them are not surprising, but some things come up some times which are not expected, and this one tells me how shallow i think. My mama is having a bad time, professionally, and the reason would be what she has achieved by working all these years. Shes nearing her retirement and has been working for so long in the same designation, even though i am sure she is one of the best employees in her office. Its a government office and promotions are strictly on the basis of your seniority, and not your worth.
That much was the bad part about her career. I know the good parts. She always have good friends there and i am pretty worried about how much she would miss them after retirement. She is a very friendly and helpful person and she works in the town administration office, and since its a small town, there will always be people around there who had been helped by her, and who respects her for those helps. This is a town which respects goodness in people, not one of those metros where goodness is sneered upon.

the good sunday

The difference between a bad sunday and a good one is three watchable movies, a better astrological prediction and a good cooking experiment. I found that yesterday. I would have said good movies if i could remember the second one that i saw yesterday. The first one was bulletproof, and the third, everybody says i am fine. The latter had nice moments, like comparing the sound of silence with the sound when your ear is filled with water, and the climax, while the dialogues some time had this issue of english dialogue in indian movies. I kinda remembered our own little movie which had totally nasty dialogues. Bullet proof was enjoyable to me, the comedy, will smith and the action.

I am easily intoxicated some time when i finish a difficult job, even when i know that i overstretched the schedule. Add to it my happy american boss. The feeling has left me only two days later. And it was replaced by another one, ya, i finally made a good chicken curry, after like 5 tries. Only the ouput was spoiled by high salt content. But i was expert enough to see that this gravy is the one i was trying all the while. Afterwards i drank a lot of water as they say.

Add to all these i read a good book. Demian by herman hesse, picked at 10 bucks from the second hand market. It was surely a gem. The idea i think explains existentialism, and is not far from the vedanta ideas.