Bhattura

An interesting first week. Emotionally, a little roller-coaster.

Change is like the Bhattura (especially the one at Komala's, that was a steady part of my poor man's Sunday diet in 1997-1998). You look forward to the meal when you order it. Yet, as Navneet says, it is theoretically impossible to finish a Bhattura. Invariably, a case of biting more than can be chewed. And, of subsequent regret. Yet, that does not stop you from ordering it again the following weekend.

I have ordered this Bhattura. There have been moments when I have wondered if I am up for this. I guess that is what happens after 8 years of familiarity that bred contempt.

Yet, I should say, I see myself settling in quite nicely.

The culture is familiar, but refreshingly different. Crisp. I am now big fish in small pond. The company is going through an exciting transformation - from big, small company to small, big company - and is led by young visionaries. Nice timing. I'll just need to find a nice seat from where to row.

People have been helpful and generous. My experience is valued, and it seems I can choose how to make a material difference.

I have been through serious change a couple of times in the past - the first time I arrived in Singapore as a 15-year-old, and again, when I started work in the Philippines. Things turned out alright. Also, I admire her for how she has adapted to life here. New job, new country, new flatmate, new friends. An example to follow.

From where I sit in my new office, the picture window from the 32nd floor has a spectacular view of the Singapore harbour. Straight-on, the frame has two imposing island complexes side-by-side. Vopak's Sebarok terminal - the jewel in its crown. And, right beside it, Shell's Pulau Bukom refinery-petrochemical complex - Shell's own Koh-i-noor, where I learnt some of my most important professional lessons. A simple reminder, if anything.

Game on.

Resumption

Magical holiday in the Land of the Thunder Dragon.

Normal service resumes tomorrow. New venue. Different sport.