See the difference between the two?
The first one is the final image I generated after AI generated the second one because it is “established” that multitasking = messy!

Anyway, I am a woman. A woman in tech, a woman as a mom. a wife, a woman in AI, a woman into fitness, a woman into fashion, not a woman into cooking.

My open diary

I woke up early, at 8:30am (early?), why yes, I have meetings till 12am and I cannot deal with dark circles. I am passionate about my beauty. Beauty is subjective you say – no! I have been an ugly duckling for far too long and need my days in glory of my beauty.

My tea is brought in by my house-help. I do not take credit for multitasking right from the morning; I need to open my eyes and let my heart decide the vibe. What am I today? Happy, sad, glum, excited? I take the decision based on the dreams or nightmares from past night, how worthy I feel at work, how worthy I feel as a mum, and how my personal few relationships are going. The mood is set by a combination and a chain of if-else’s, and some high-powered drama thoughts that I usually have because I am very creative that way.

Teams is now chiming in, and oh 62 messages, I just caught up with everything last night, but my sweet other-side-of-the-world counterparts just need me too immediately. Am I worthy? important? or this is just how everyone works?

My baby starts bawling because his feet caught a bit of a dirt and the only thing that can calm him is his mother’s lap. Well, I need my morning dose of cuddles so I give in and give him as much time as needed before my meeting starts. How do I ensure he is out of my lap now? Of course, I buy him a toy that can get delivered within 10 minutes. Keeps all of us happy, except the delivery guy delivering nth airplane to my house.

I tune into the world of AI, compute, GPUs, agents, training and suddenly feel the surge and power of being at the forefront of something so meaningful. As a woman, I never thought to be at this place, in this world, or was I just too patriarchal myself to never see me here? I daydream between my meetings, that I will make my name. I am very ambitious when it comes to my career. I need to have my power; I need to know it all. I dream of being celebrated. Why should I be shy about it? I pick every opportunity that comes my way, every. I will burn myself but never give up. Does that always equate to success? Yep, things have been great so far. (So, girls, go out there, do what makes you powerful!)

Enough daydreaming, team is too burdened with tasks (even with copilot?) and so I go from leader mode to executioner mode, basically run my own copilot and raise PRs.

The day switches between strategy to execution, to team 1:1s, sometimes people whine (just because I am a manager does not mean I am a saint. I will callout everyone who whines!) and it gets exhausting. Today I woke up irritated, so I do not have much to take your whining! Just stop. Instead, I say, let’s circle back. Circle back to where? This craze town is not my cup of tea. But i smile and wave and smile and wave.

My baby is back from lunch and decides that hair pulling will make me happy. oh, the joy of motherhood! I ask his nanny to take him away. Yes, I have a lot of help. I am grateful. But I earn to make my life better, judge me all you want my co-moms!

And so the day goes on and on, more work, more learning, more wow, more blahs and its 7pm, I need to hit the gym. My trainer is like me, decides on his mood on how to train me. Today he is glum, which means leg day. So, I sweat and I curse, human bodies should stay as is, why so much trouble to keep it okay? One day switch on, one day switch off, that’s it. The med ball really helps with my irritability. Bang – I throw it and I feel better. “Ma’am, you can do better, kids throw better than you”. Before I can burn him with my glare, my meeting starts, so I take one from my phone and try to resolve another crisis.

Did I forget to post my OOTD? How will the audience love my style, so I go over to Instagram, post the best “I am killing it” pictures and wait to see the like counter go up while acting nonchalant.

Another day in Redmond, same day for me, who wins? I go back to my screen, but with my anti-glare glasses on and strategize my AI work again. Baby is back with sleepy eyes so I distract him with some “Alexa, play dhurandhar”, and he starts dancing, I can focus on my work again.

I want to curl up with a good book, when will my days of curling come? I cannot take a leave, even on a sick day someone is sicker than me. Usually, it’s my baby. But wait, I also need to finish calculating his food and water intake for today and graph and mull over his weight issues. Then plan his meals and what more he can eat. Kindle will never get the dust out of its screen.

Now its almost 12 and I need my beauty sleep which will decide the mood for tomorrow, so I call in my baby, who is now fully irritated from being over excited and we both crash and wakeup and crash and wakeup.