Reporting from Workstation 9

I've started work in Singapore.

I've been fortunate not to get bogged down into the routine of all thats finance. The obsession with the markets, the hours and the lifestyle..

I've taken a part time job, doing what I absolutely love(reading up on arbid countries like Zambia)..

Before/after work I head off to the gym for a breather(cardio/yoga/aerobics) for an hour or so..

Sometimes when it has just rained or is about to rain, and the clouds are dark and the breeze is cool and fresh, I relax on the steps of boat quay along the river thinking..just thinking..

Sometimes thinking it would ideal if I smoked(but feeling good about not smoking too)..

Thinking about people I miss..

Thinking about feeling at ease with myself..

Thinking of how lonely I would be if I didn't have Shweta and Srini around..

Thinking of how wonderful it is to be surrounded by these tall buildings..wishing I could dive of the top into the river and then just swim around..

Mostly thinking of nothing at all...

Then I get a sub, catch the bus back and head back home...

At home I get some reading done..

Later at night I catch up with Sweetie and Vasudha about their hectic days and their difficult Indian co-workers..

Ever heard of song "these streets" by Paolo Nutini?

I like to hear that song when I get home and am feeling thoughtful. Sometimes when I'm feeling lonely I listen to "For no one" by the Beatles. Ofcourse there are days I come back and turn on Rihana's "Umbrella"..

I was listening to "these streets" and thought of writing this post.

Lyrics of the song go:

"Cross the border
Into the big bad world
Where it takes you 'bout an hour
Just to cross the road
Just to stumble across another poor old soul from
The dreary old lanes to the high-street madness
I fight with my brain to believe my eyes
And it's harder than you think
To believe this sadness
That creeps up my spine
And haunts me through the night

And life is good and the girls are gorgeous
Suddenly the air smells much greener now
And I'm wondering 'roundWith a half pack of cigarettes
Searching for the change that I've lost somehow

These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Arkie
I'll get used to this eventuallyI know, I know...."

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