long time or wat?.....was busy with the Tech M training,and guess what i cleared the training and i will be going to mumbai to settle.....i did not top the training,but i sure learnt a lot,it is the most that i have learnt for all my life...learnt java,c,sql,pl/sql,unix ect but most of all,i learnt life...new friends,new ambitions,new heading and a new life....life is good,as usual.....will update the happenings of the past in my future posts...see yall

from college life to corprate life

Its 7:15 a.m. and I stand here in the bus stop waiting for the office
bus to
arrive. I stand here in the same manner as I did a few years back
waiting for
my college bus. Little did I know then that things would change so much
in
just a year; the sky under which I am standing seems to be looking at
me and
smiling. It is perhaps the only thing that has acted as a witness,
watching
the transformation of a loud and bubbly person into a quiet
professional.

I wouldn't blame the professionalism for the change though. It is
destiny, or
may be you could call it life. Yes Life, esoteric in the true sense,
for one
does not understand why you meet hundreds of people everyday, work with
so
many and still remain lonely.

I am now in one of the corner seats in the bus, looking out of the
window
watching people trying to catch up with " life" . It's an hour's
journey and
the only company that I generally have is the chatter of the RJ. I
seldom
notice the person sitting next to me, for its going to be yet another
stranger or may be you could say another acquaintance. It is annoying
at
times when the radio is switched off, not because I am cut off from the
melody but because I would now be thrust with thoughts of the solitary
journey ahead.

I can't help thinking about the short bus journeys to college. Well
it's a
paradox to call a distance of 30 KMs "short", but that is how it always
seemed. A typical college day always begins in the bus with all the
familiar
faces; you look forward for all your friends to get in from the various
stops, the reasonless giggles, the loud laughter that were stifled to
avert
the eyes of the lecturers and professors who would watch on us as if we
were
their prospective prey for the day; well as I said it was a different
life
then. The pleasant memories of college are in itself good enough to
save me
from the misery of the bus journey.

I notice that it is time for me to get down and flash my smile of
acknowledgement to all the known strangers that I see as I approach my
cubicle. A few of my colleagues greet me with their morning wishes and
as
always, we exchange our pleasantries. Discussions jump to the weekend
plans
and I wonder what I'd do over the weekend.

It would be just another day staring at the mobile, wishing it would
ring and
bring back some wonderful moments that are now missing in life or maybe
the
safer option would be to come to office, for it's my new founded asylum
these
days. A few years back, weekends or weekdays didn't matter to me, I was
always busy. I always stood doubting the authenticity of the wall clock
that
seemed to be in running too fast to perceive its movement. Alas, now it
seems
as though my clock is suffering from some kind of paralytic attack.

There is a time in life, where one needs to go ahead, leaving behind
your
friends and carrying along only memories. You do make new friends, but
then
you never get the old close ones . You do meet people who'd be so good
to you
that you could tell them anything and everything, but you do not find a
person to whom you needn't say things.... friends who just know you.
Occasional calls from such friends have been the only thing that I seem
to
look forward to. However,I cant help but notice the uneasy pause that
lingers
around the conversation. A pause not because of the relationship, but
because
it is too short duration to say everything, and of course you cannot
completely rule out the paucity of words!

As I sip coffee from the ubiquitous coffee mug, watching the drops of
rain,
trickling down the tinted glass panes, veiling the scenic beauty
outside, I
tell myself, may be there will be a day when things will change, when
life
will offer a rewind, a recap of all the events and I just have to wait.


Capricious are the ways of life, for I know there would be many who'd
be able
to empathize with me, ironically, even the dear ones that I miss this
moment,
waiting perhaps...!!

And I keep on waiting.....