“So, how is your holiday going? Must be lovely to chill at home.”
“Actually, I am working from home.”
“Yeah, same thing, no?” Titter, titter, chuckle, chuckle.
Amidst large sections of the society lingers the belief that working from home is basically a fancy term for holidaying. You stay in your pyajamas all day, binge-watch your favourite TV shows, eat crisps and wafers and instant noodles, and, when tired of relaxing, turn on your laptop and send a few random e-mails. Working from home isn’t serious work, after all. You don’t have a boss to grill you; you don’t need to commute to the office; you are spared all the grime that comes with being a “working professional”.
Except: Most of that is UNTRUE. Continue reading
Of Paneer, Pulao and Pune 