The grass is green on neither side! The grass is green only when it is nurtured. Whether it is a 9-5 job or a freelancing job at your own time, each has its misconceptions. I’ve been writing as a freelancer for over two years now, and I have found myself in many strange, interesting and sometimes amusing situations…
Unlike the pictures we see online, if you think we all sit at the window of Starbucks with nimble fingers typing away in between sips of coffee, gazing outside the window romanticizing life, you might want to look inside our room where we’re typing away insanely trying our best to get everything done in time. Don’t be surprised if you find the keyboard on fire.
There are days when we are friends with time too until this happens- Just when we finish typing that really good post in Google sheet, the electricity decides to snort at us and poof! It vanishes. Why does the computer act up at the wrong time and make noises like it needs an exorcism performed, I will never understand. My theory so far- Maybe there is someone watching us from the other dimension and decided to play tricks out of boredom. Yes, that ought to be it.
The most called contact in my phone is definitely the ‘Wifi Bhaiya’ who, am surprised hasn’t blocked me yet. When the internet connection is fine though, you will see that we have some excellent Google search skills. We can find anything on the internet but oddly enough deciding which lipstick to wear when we step out is easier than finding the perfect theme for our blog. Sigh.
Stationery stores love me. Ah, the number of notebooks and pens they have, I can never have enough of them. I don’t know when I may use that sharpener that has a pig snout but I need to buy it. (In my defense, it has a curly tail too) But what do we do with all those notebooks? The great ideas often come at the wrong times- when we’re in the shower, when we’re not having anything to write in nearby. (Read first line of paragraph again.)
Another thing we are good at is that we are masters of ‘jugaad’. If you find us in strange corners, we might be trying to capture the perfect picture. Many times, our room is our studio. Best pics become great insta posts, worst pics can tell a funny story. ‘Sab chalta hai’. (Everything works)
Freelancing doesn’t seem like a very hard thing to comprehend, why is it then that nobody understands what we do? Parents think we play Super Mario on our laptop all day, friends think we get paid to drink chai and click photos of our desk, the little brother thinks we’re a booger, not a blogger- although I think that one is not unintentional, the housekeeping didi “bangs” at the room door repeatedly just to ask which phenyl to use, pink or yellow (Pink Lizol smells good, pink I say) despite the numerous times we tell her not to scream while we’re working; the rest of the world? Well, they ask us what we do for a living after we tell them we’re a freelancer.
Speaking of jugaad a.k.a, innovation, when meetings involve Skype calls where we show potato.. er.. face only, we can put on some lipstick, a great top and wear those Shaun the Sheep comfy pajamas and mouse slippers instead of formal pants: Meh, we’ll still rock!
Being a freelancer sometimes is a test of patience. We need it, with clients who think the Arial font used is not Arial enough and the blue heading isn’t blue enough. Pftt. The notifications are endless; we hear them even in our sleep at times. To-do lists never get over, even when the daily planner does. On busy days, we sleep when social media sleeps. (never)
All said and done, the space around where we work makes us feel like we are taking over the world. One click of the publish button and the world gets to read something new and amazing, one click of the send button and someone thinks we’re a life saver.
In between messages such as ‘Zinda ho ya chal base?’ (Are you still alive or dead) brings us from blogosphere to earth with a silly grin. This post is dedicated to all the freelancers out there; I know you can relate to most of it! And to the ones who don’t understand what we freelancers do, “kuch kuch hota hai, tum nahi samjhoge.” (Things happen, you won’t understand)
As I finish this post, housekeeping didi is at my door again, this time with Thor’s hammer.
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