holiday that won't come

Since blogging isn't that hard a sport i decided to do it using my phone. Though it is an honourable thought, keeping in mind my late hours at work and a terrible sleep cycle coupled with the worst of environments when it comes to timeliness, the charm of blogging has twofold advantage. I get to vent my anger and also get some space to speak out about the things that i wish to say most days but don't, due to my inherently respective (read sacred-because-i'll-get-fired) nature. The thing with blogging i find most soothing is that i can just let my mind flow, even with the constant peak's from my colleagues, the incessant asking me if i'm talking to a girl, the un-ending stares that i'm just sitting free (when infact i'm sick of having to wait the best and worst part of my day, spending most waking hours of my life, breathing the same rat filled air that is heavy with the stench of our neighbours fumigation when we need it more) and not really working or paying much attention to a client on which i've already spent some two hundred and seventy hours in the past twenty days.

The upside is that i don't have to follow strictly rat like hours, of nine to five, i don't really have to have an excuse when i leave early some days, though doing that has caused me much heartache in the past and hasn't really improved my health nor my status quo, but still. Like suddle so so aptly puts it, 'nokri kee, tay nakhra kee.'

And thus here i am in the middle of the night, after spending fourteen hours at work, two of which were spent hiccuping like a mad man, another two spent in a terribly hot room (more so because the air conditioning was off even though a separate unit has been installed, than me not knowing what i should've done), the rest, of the ample hours spent doing correction and re-correction of documents corrected a million times over the past few days, and will be corrected another million times over the next few. The saddest part of all, on a weekend, i get to speak all of five minutes with my family in the morning before coming to work. And ten with my friends who came to meet me here, during which ten minutes i was called twice to the 'ball-room'.

It's a sorry life, and worse still, a very lonely life when you come to realise that most of the work you do is, in all it's entirety, thankless, and the remaining amount inept.

But that's not what i wanted to rant about. This is a rant about not being able to blog any other time, so i decided to do it here, now, in the moment and in this lifetime. Because waiting for the right time, the right moment hasn't worked for me so far. Waiting for time never really works. Waiting for a holiday that won't come.

And a keyboard for my phone is still not available, so till such a time that it is or another alternative is available to typing rather than using my twelve digit keypad i will just have to bear with the poor punctuation, and sore thumbs.