The grass is greener right where I am!

The biggest complain that I have about people is that they keep complaining! (Ironic, I know)

People complain about their relationships, house, work, commute, society, country. It seems like there is nothing they are happy about.

When you get a job after months of searching, you complain that you are either burdened with work, or not given enough responsibility.

When you find a house, you complain about something not functioning properly.

When you find a life partner, you complain that the wedding costs too much.

When you get into the best of colleges, you complain that the faculty can’t teach.

When you have nothing else to complain about, there is always “India and its dismal state”.

I say it with pride – I was once like this. I used to complain about everything gone wrong and question the situation with complete frustration. The grass was always greener on the other side.

So I finally decided that complaining isn’t taking me anywhere (something everyone knows yet few practice). I gave myself work to do in the form of a new business plan for the company. Needless to say, it worked out – my bosses loved it!

So the next time you think that the grass is greener on the other side, get out that fertilizer and start doing things for yourself!

Train-talk

I have been traveling by train for a total of 3 months now, day in and day out. Something very prominent, other than the crowd of course, is the number of life stories you can gather from just one train ride. There is a woman on the phone struggling to explain to her colleague where that important file is. There is another girl yelling at her friend for not meeting her and complaining that she got drenched in the rain waiting for them. Two friends reunite and get each other updated on their lives.

Also, if you tend to travel everyday by the same train (with the same people), I believe you can roughly follow with the story.

Call it eavesdropping or just pure attention to detail, but it makes my train journey just that much more exciting.

So now, where do you think our Bollywood writers get their inspiration from?

Rickshaw no-show

After a grueling day at work and a strenuous train journey, all I was looking forward to was a relaxing evening with the family. But as I approached the rickshaw stand, it appeared to be a mirage in the desert.

Several rickshaw drivers downright refuse to go to areas less than 2km away.

At the Malad station, when one reveals that he wants to go to Orlem, the rickshaw driver reacts as though he was just asked to go to a red light area or a haunted house.

I have even waited for half an hour with hope, just so that I don’t have to walk the 1.5km home. Of course, it was futile, because that’s exactly what happened.

Rickshaw drivers have also been as nefarious to senior citizens, with bags of luggage, just hoping for some help with lugging the bags.

I seriously end up cursing such drivers, praying that they don’t get any more customers on the way.