My World in My Words

I firmly believe a woman feels guilty about doing anything for herself from the day she discovers that she is pregnant. Once you know you have a life growing inside you, every single thing you do makes you wonder "Is this the right thing to do?" and i think its a feeling that lasts a life time. More of that might make a whole new post (seeing that there is a dearth of posts in this blog, so let me continue with what I started with in the first place.

The current job I am holding doesn't involve too much travelling (lesser reasons for feeling guilty about leaving Sunshine). However, last month we had a Conference at a nearby resort town for 2 days. Reached the venue in the morning. Of the 83 participants only 3 of us were girls. And since we were the senior most in hierarchy of the participants, we took the last row and laughed at the accent, the language and the ideas of the People we work for (I work for a family owned business).

After one full day of boring sessions and team building ppts (borrowed from Hollywood Movies), we were asked to change and assemble for the "Gala dinner & cocktails". Went to the room , changed called Don and said, am leaving the cellphone in the room just coz i don't want to carry it with me. When we reached the lawns, that was to be the venue of the dinner, it started drizzling which turned into heavy rains. Thankfully the out pour lasted just about 10-15 mins and then the party got back into the groove.

The 3 ladies just sat nursing their drinks and saw the guys making fools of themselves. The party didn't seem to be going anywhere, when somebody decided to take charge and announced a competition among the different teams. since we ladies were in much demand (the no. of team was more than the no. of ladies present, we had to oblige more than 1 team.

We decided, what the heck and let go...... I for one neither was very fond of the company nor the other ladies with me. but I let go of myself, just for me. For once after a long long time I let go. I remembered my co-dancers from a previous job, oh the fun times we used to have. I even did a lasso style step which we had christened after our boss. I looked up to the sky and and sent a cheers to the (ex)gang...

Well nothing more to say other than this, "if only i did so much exercise everyday, i could fit into something other than custom made salwar kameez". The guys had their jaws falling open. My boss of 1 month (He had just joined) was very happy that his team member was such a sport (after my colleagues in the other region allegedly ran away after the dinner). My colleague - who only that morning supposedly "complimented" me that "Aap to hamesha housewife ki tarah lagti hai"(who told him housewives were fat and always dressed in Salwar Kameez??? Common ladies u have to react - came up to me and said "#$*%(%%))%%%$$" I am sure that's how he sounded in his shell shocked state. And last but not the least somebody came up with an impromptu award of best dancer and gave me a cash price..........

I was glad, not for the cash, but for having found myself. For having realised that inside the obese,mid aged(considering I will live to be 60), wife, mother, unsatisfied employee,........ there is still a young spirit who can let go of herself and have fun...I had almost forgotten how to!!