Friends & Family

Thinking about friends and family makes my heart feel like a marshmallow. I miss them so much- living 3000 miles away from home does that to you.

But wait!! Did I digress before even starting with what I had on my mind? Classic!!

Let’s try this again!!  I want to talk confess about my “Friends and Family” event problem. The friends and family that I am referring to is the annual sale at Saks Fifth Avenue. (My favorite departmental store …!)The Saks friends and family event is that event of the year where most of the stuff is 25% off !Its not one of those flash sales events where things get sold out if you blink, however, the popular sizes definitely are pulled away from beneath your eyes. I literally live this day...its marked way in advance on my calendar and there are no social events planned for the night before.

I love brands – no secrets there, but what I also love – is a great deal (who doesn't ? )

The online sales begin at midnight – so that’s when I retire early for the day, cozy up in my bed and start filling my shopping cart. Think that’s crazy? Well – the hubs does it as well.
Picture this … its 10pm …2 hrs. before the most awaited day of the year. The hubs and I are in bed, furiously filling our shopping carts, there’s too much pressure ...the clock is ticking… so much to buy, so little time.

And then its time – for the grand finale of the show. The main hero – the credit card comes out, takes a bow and goes back into its cove with a sense of great achievement.

This year, between the hubs and I, it was around 6 big boxes.

 A lot is still getting shipped. Some of the stuff is pre-order collection . While we wait anxiously for my passionate hard work to make it to my closet, I am already counting the days for the next event J

Happy place

We all have it. Its just that some of us have discovered it and some have yet to find it.
Its the shelter in turbulence - the ecstasy in joy - the solace in fear.
Its the happy place in our minds... the happy place nestled somewhere in our memories.
I know exactly where it is - and unconsciouly find myself running to it.
It gives me the strength to go back to where I came running from - to face it with a smile - with a fervor.
Its like the nook I know and the nook that knows me. Its like home - sometimes even better.
I treasure it a lot and wont let it get faded - never forgotten - never buried - always there - always easy to find- always mine.

Finding "home" in the most unexpected place

If I say I was terrified the first time I walked in ,it would be an understatement.
Yes , I wasn't the first one in the world who had a first day at work, at their very first job - nevertheless I was entitled to my fears and feelings.
Don't get me wrong , nothing could suppress my excitement and energy to step into the "real world". The fire within to prove myself, the passion to go nowhere but up, the upbringing that made me strive to be liked by all - there was a lot to work for.

I think its the fear of the unknown that is the most intimidating. I dint know anyone I would be working with and therefore dealing with unfamiliar personalities was daunting. The work itself was challenging , yes , but that's what I was there for , wasn't I ?

Everyday was a new challenge - work wise as well as from the point of view of working with new and different people. As time flew by, I started knowing people around , I started understanding my work and started making a place for myself in there.

I think I just breezed through each day. When people around me complained on Sundays about the weekend being over , I secretly longed for Monday to come so that I could be with the people I had begun to love so much.

There were colleagues, mentors, friends and role models. It was a place where every word you said was heard and respected. A place that offered opportunities not only to grow upwards but in all directions.

It was gratifying to be in a place where people acknowledged you and your work. The atmosphere was very professional and yet comfortable. Now comfort is a two edged sword. Where on one hand we do everything to be comfortable in whatever we do and wherever we are , it also means that it will hold us back from finding out if there are more comfortable things. I loved my work , the people , the place a lot ... but I realized if I dint leave ..I would have never left.

Making this decision,made me realize something else,something so big,that can only come from the most professional,mature and respectable people.There was always support at every step I took, even when I decided to take the step - to move out.

Today when I look back 5 years , I remember the day when I thought my knees would unbuckle and I would fall down, but I also remember that I dint take me too long to start walking as if I owned that place. Finding all good people in the same place is rare , but I am fortunate for having found that place with those people.

I miss the work, the environment , each and everyone very much . People around me say its unusual and some find it rather funny. I simply call it passion.
I don't remember a single day that I would complain about.
I learnt a lot, grew tremendously , met and worked with the best people.

I worked here, slogged here ,struggled at times , celebrated many times ... and before I knew it - it had become home !!