It's a blur

Tuesday afternoon, Delhi "monsoon" (what is that anyways?- a drizzle is not rain!) no electricity, no UPS and therefore NO work. Ironic huh? Well anyway, given the power situation, here we were a bunch of people in office at the start of the day. And as i stared around helplessly wondering how to look busy i chanced a glance around- I was not alone.
Irrespective of levels people were shuffling around. Some picked up a newspaper, some got into one of those “intellectual” discussions – so where is India really going; while there less wise sat and gossiped about the usual suspects. That’s when it hit me. I like working. There i said it. I LIKE working.
No don’t tell me that of course you like working on days like this. That’s just the thing. I realized I like work, the environment that work offers and the way an office can become a complete leveler. Like mini-world of its own.
There is the girl who deals with in laws, children, irritable husbands, housework and herself at home. There is the other who has all the luxuries life can offer but still wants more. The boy who is supporting his family and feels like his shoulders cannot take it any more and the man with a family, parents , education and health to fend for. But then they walk through it. That one door- the buzz of the access card and everyone is the same.

All worries can be left behind. For the next few hours, life is about the boss, the annoying colleague, the office gossip source and target and yes, the actual task at hand. Work is a fantastic distraction from life. And what a distraction it is- it forces you into not fretting about the rest of your life and pays you for it so you can actually take care of the causes of your worry to the extent money can buy. And therein is the thing to think about - work really is what helps maintain a balance because it puts you on level ground. Something that life sometimes cannot.

“Hum” of the day
There is a very fine line between difference and similarity. I often can’t tell which really matters and which does not. Sometimes it’s all so irrelevant.