I've been away from the blogspace for a bit because I'm consciously trying to reduce the number of hours I spend before the computer. Usually, I switch my laptop on the second I finish brushing my teeth to check my email. Though nobody is emailing me, of course. I closed all my accounts on social networking sites a year ago and I'm glad I did so. Earlier, people used to put up stuff from real life on their profiles, now they do stuff in real life just to load it on Facebook. See, I'm becoming a real aged character, whining about technology and what people used to do earlier and what they do now and how the golden past will never grace the earth again. My lone addiction remains my GChat status message. My 2009 resolution is to never switch on my laptop at home on workdays since I sit before a computer for 8 hours at work anyway. I shall age gracefully into a fuddy duddy who misses pagers and Yahoo greeting cards (which, by the way, Visitor sent me because I whined about it on my status message- yippie!!).
It has been the golden period for office gossip though. What with people getting fired, hired, and given forced farewell parties, it's been a cartload of fun. The best of all gossip has to do with Ms.TBKH.
Now TBKH joined us and we were all welcoming and sweet and helllloooooo, esprit de corps, one team-one goal etc. And then, someone whispered that TBKH is actually the progeny of a big dude in our parent company. Conspiracy! A debate raged on in our internal chat applet- was she really HIS daughter???!!!! How come nobody told us??!!! If this information has been kept secret, there must be an ulterior motive to it, musn't there??? God...we should be careful with her and etc. TBKH's name isn't TBKH, of course. It stands for Tera Baap Kaun Hai- a title I came up with because that's the only thing everyone seemed to be wondering about her.
Anyway, I was one of the first persons to know this news, so I did extensive research on Google and found cyber tracks connecting her inextricably to the company and the big dude. Besides, she'd mentioned that her dad is bald and big dude is bald, too! PROOF! Here it was! The information was disseminated conscientiously. People added their bits and pieces to it and now, I think even the teaboys know it (the van driver certainly does, he was advised to leave her and go if she isn't at her spot at the right time...after all, why should 'ordinary' employees be made to suffer for the arrogance of the rich and the famous- my colleagues have suddenly turned communist). TBKH has no idea, of course. Poor thing. I'm reminded of YGP's (the dean and director of PSBB) unfortunate grandson who studied in our school. He won the least number of votes when he stood for elections.
There's tonnes of other office gossip of course, but I have work to do now and I can't blog from home. So bye bye, so long, tra-la.