Work is a-little-nutty aaj kal. There's a lot to do, and even though there's also a lot of time to do it, I can't help but feel a little overwhelmed by it all. I've been asked to come up with concept for a new project that's been germinating for a while. As I work towards it, I realize that I've suddenly come to detest the phrase 'out-of-the-box'. It seems to be that it is perhaps the trite-est, most fucking-annoying line that people throw at you when they have no idea what they want you to do. Come up with the something-out-of-the-box, why don't you, while we sit back and shoot down everything you throw at us. *bang-bang* your idea is dead, now go away and think up another one. And remember, bara out-of-the-box hona chahiye. *sigh*
I'm still slogging-away at those fitness goals. Somewhere down the line, it's stopped being something I 'had' to do to prevent my ass from becoming larger than my office-chair and become something I 'want' to do. Seriously, I think signing up for gym was one of the smartest decisions I ever took. Some days, it's the best part of my day! :) Also, now that 'cheat-day' happens once a week, disgusting-diet has become somewhat bearable. The move may have been a little drastic (as most things in my life tend to be) but it was the only way to break away from the many evils associated with a sedentary lifestyle.
It's amazing how unhealthy living in the motherland is, if you don't watch what you're doing. Think about it: we don't walk (full stop). Lots of perfectly valid reasons for that: not a lot of things are within walking distance, walking may not be safe anyway - next thing you know you're held up at gunpoint or worse kidnapped and held for ransom, if nothing else the eve-teasers on the road are enough to drive you crazy. So you don't walk, instead drive from point A (home) to point B (office) where you get out of the car and sit down at your desk. Exercise from that point on is limited to ogling the computer screen and - occasionally - moving from desk-to-desk to check out what people are up-to. In between, you treat yourself to khaana-steeped-in-oil, as most things indigenous to the motherland are. Work ends, you drive home, stopping - occasionally - for more food with friends or family. You get home, you're knackered, you go to bed. In general, your social life is limited to sitting around tables (at assorted places) enjoying yet-more food with the nearest-and-the-dearest. Terrible, isn't it? *sigh*
I met someone yesterday who's campaigning to bring motor-sports to Pakistan. An interesting ambition, that. Methinks it's about time I acquired an interesting ambition as well. What-oh-what, do 'you' think, I can offer Pakistan? Socho, and let me know. And remember, bara out-of-the-box hona chahiye! :P