The state of being Jobless
From dust we rise and to dust we return, some great man said! Corporates we serve and like corporates we become, is my version. I quit my day job. One fine day, I could not take it anymore and I just quit. The woman who used to be my Manager was thrilled beyond explanation and accepted my resignation before I could spell my name. Sigh! So much for slogging away at that place. Anyway. So, I have been without an identity tag for a couple of months now. I feel free. I am not required to say 'yes mam no mam' to any woman or man. Is it good? I don't know. End of the day, I do not have the pressure to reach some place by a particular time with bated breath and wait for the other person's impression to fuck my life. I am beyond caring now. I am in a stage of my life where I just want to do what I please and how I please. My days start with the bell. The calling bell which announces the arrival of The Bai, Madame Krishnaveni. She moves around like a broom on fire an