It’s been an unusually long amount of time since I did a crib-post. Well, I have been venting out myself so often that I have decided to reserve this place for more sacred topics! So, that brings me to the current topic and no I am not cribbing tonight.
Something really interesting happened last week. After having slogged for almost 11 months in the profession of a BD executive, I got to do what they really ought to do. I got to meet the Clients in person and sell myself (all you guys, relax your grey cells, no pun intended here.) and it was to be not just one Client but three of them across two metros. Yes! I was on official trip to Bombay and Delhi for almost 10 days. Amazing, is it not? Actually, it is my equivalent of being on an all expenses paid trip except that one has a baby to babysit. So, what does one do in this case? Very easy, put the baby to bed, and all the remaining time is yours! However, the trick is how one goes about that as it is one’s profession after all and one is there on the trip just for that. That was really made extremely convenient by one’s manager A who had to prove to his boss that he is providing this executive with enough exposure to the Client and in putting up the entire trip, he considered letting me have the extra work-free days. Yippie and I am definitely not complaining.
Rewind to a day before the trip starts.
Time - 14:00 Hrs
A’s Boss: What is your name?
G: It is G Sir.
A’s Boss: Could you help me with this please?
G: Sure Sir, may I have a look at it.
A’s Boss: Hmm.
G: Oh, it’s your daughter’s history project! Which class is she in, Sir? (Why me?)
A’s Boss: She is in 10th. If you need any help you get in touch with her.
G: Sure Sir. (I’ll take help from a 15 year old to do her history homework!:( )
A’s Boss: And make sure you finish this off before you leave on your business trip.
Boss struts off.
I slog on and on while aware of the other commitments of the day. I still have some pending work to finish off and A checks on me every now and then if I am free. Eventually he gives up and tells me he’ll do my work as well but I should make sure that I do the homework. Wow, I love him. Plus, I have to also meet Dad for dinner.
Around 20:00 Hrs
A’s Boss: How are things?
G: Still going Sir, should take some more time.
A’s Boss: It’s alright, take your time. Work on it during you free time and make sure you send it to me within next two days.
There I have my baby.
I meet Dad for dinner at around 20:30 hours, and we have splendid time together. I get back to my place, clean up, pack up and by the time I get into bed it’s already around two hours past midnight. Late, isn’t it?
A few hours later.
I wake up with a start and squint at my wrist watch. It’s 05:45 in the morning. Oh bad! My plane leaves at 7:10 and I have to get ready and get to the airport. So, I get into my business suit while I am still gathering my stuff, run out of my apartments while straightening my clothing, get almost run down by a lorry, get a cab to drop me off to airport in record breaking 15 minutes and I pay the driver 200 bucks for driving me 15 kilometres at breakneck speed so that I don’t miss my debut business trip. I love him too. I meet my manager at the airport and all is well.
Two hours later, I am in Bombay. It shall always be Bombay as it was when I visited it for the first time and Ma and Pa tell me, it was the place where I was conceived.
Next two days are spent in meeting up with the Clients and I go to see off my manager at the airport who decides to share some words of wisdom with me, “G, try not getting too adventurous here in the evening” while I try maintain a totally innocent look on my face and totally failing at it. And yeah, Bombay traffic sucks big time but nightlife, malls, eateries, shopping streets and what not, make up for it. I meet the really old time friend I am staying with on the second day and it’s amazing. The no-man’s-woman is now R-man’s-woman. I love you Cat. Weird, I think to myself though it is all a jubilant feeling for me!
The following day, I hang up on the Boss because I thought it was some random call from some random number. They do a lot these days. He informs me of his identity through an SMS. I finish off the history homework for the Boss’s kid well within the schedule and go on a shopping spree to Linking Road with S and get back at around midnight and totally exhausted. We fall asleep talking to each other. The following evening I leave for Delhi and which is an entirely different tale, or a fairytale maybe.
