The Public Diary

Around these days, 5 years ago, I was inducted into accounting as a professional. So, no matter how much love-hate relationship you share with your professional life, it deserves a toast. Adding one more piece to my collection of poems. You know you're an Accountant, When you log into the professional bank account more often than your personal bank account. When you've signed more official cheques than your own cheque leaves ever in your life. When you get messed up in a multitude of passwords and dig in for a rescuing little secret piece of paper that holds your credentials. When you maintain and keep track of business accounts more religiously than your  individual bargains. When your speed on the numeric side of the keyboard is more than the alphabetic side, And calculators are one of your allies. When you end up opening spreadsheets (preferably MS excel) even when you are supposed to write in (MS) words. When you keep reminding yourself of the deadlines for the statutory

I always try to make effort to acquire items of daily use on my own. But what if you are placed in a completely new place and you don't know the whereabouts of the store outlets offering those products? "E-commerce platforms come to the rescue," you may have responded in your head. No wonder it is a lucrative option, given the ease and convenience. (Supermarket also wins points in this situation.) Earlier I used to think that I'm the only one in this dilemma of finding the apt place for buying stuff. About a month or two ago, I came to know of some fellow companions. (Roughly around the time when I thought of writing a post on this subject and then started noticing other people. You know how our minds start making connections to some event once we know we are attached to such occurrence in one way or another.) Source: wheretobuy.biz So, my sibling needed a drink, particularly used for health benefits. She had seen my father consume it years ago, so she asked him to br