Before the grind, I used to swim a lot, and that was an appropriate excuse for a ravenous appetite. But after joining, I found myself eating not the same quantity... but a lot lot more.
Now auditing balance sheets don't really burn 500 calories a day, however, they do come with their perks. I love the occasional snacks I get at office and the food is good enough on audits to keep my tummy and tongue happy.
Now like any well oiled audited and physically verified machine, the body too will depreciate and undergo natural wear and tear. Notice that I have compared, all be it metaphorically, the audited machine to our very own human body.... and the first thing wear and tear of a machine affects, unfortunately, is...
output.
Get the drift?
If yes,
Read on.
If no,
Figure it out, then read on.
The machine huffs, puffs and blows down the output that surely is going into the scrap yard. And I better stop about the machine, never have metaphors been so perverse.
So yes, I encountered my share of problems along the way. And recently, got ready to take on exam leave, Independence day was D - Day. Freedom. Literally. I hadn't touched my books. Not that exam leave was an incentive to do so. Nevertheless, freedom.
But on July 26th, 2008, the depreciation rates shot up. Pardon my untimely return to the metaphor. It was quite unavoidable.
I called on the doc and he insisted on a check up.
At the end of the check up, I found something other than freedom PILED onto me. read... PILED.
Get the Drift?
If yes, read on
If no, Figure it out, then read on.
"Laser is the only way out pa, its normal wear and tear", said the doc, quite calm.
way out?!, I thought, but I thought THAT WAS THE way out!
Well, it didn't hurt me much, (not in the physical sense, cause physically it was quite literally what it was) I got to have an extended leave for 15 days. I was quite amazed at the timing myself, couldn't have come at a better time. Maybe it got PILED on just in time. 15 days extra study incentive in the kitty.
That's what I thought.
I looked completely normal from the outside.
But that is when the ravenous greed inside my tummy started to curse.
Once again take machines, manufacturers don't feed the necessary input to a machine DELIVERING below par output do they?
Well, compromises have to be made. My tummy struck a deal with me and I was off the good stuff.
My mom seconded my decision to take it easy with the vittles. Remember the chicken curry?
Come to think of it, worn out machines are scrapped aren't they?
sCRAPPED.
Get the drift?
If yes, thank you.
If no, wait for Part II, not that you'll get the picture there.
THIS IS THAT TIME OF THE STORY WHEN WE USE THE MOST CRAPPY CLICHE ENDING EVER..
THE END... NO.... THE BEGINNING
