I've finally caught up with her...She is my friend from school...but a lot of things transpired between us, and i lost contact with her. When i came to know she still existed single, my heart missed a beat. Should I call her? Should i ask her? It is quite mind boggling how the heart can hyper react in such cases. I am even starting to wonder if the heart is faster than the brain (whatever)...
anyways coming back to the lady in question, she was one of the sweetest things in class...and the only thing she did wrong was to write down in her diary tht she had a liking towards me (to this day i dont know if that is the truth, but i plan to ask her one day)...I just stopped talking to her from that day (yeah yeah..i can hear the "wow what a dumbo" comment)...We split streams after 10th, and that was the last time i saw her.
She has been spending her life here in my home town, but I have never come across her. But even if i would have, would I have recognized her? Years later, hearing her voice through my phone I am overcome by an intense feeling of sadness at the way i treated her. I might have missed out on an opporunity to have a friend for life. I might have missed out on many wonderful moments we could have shared...
But i have decided...I will definitely ask her what had happened that fateful day. But then, if she says she never even knew about it, and that she did not even feel like that for an instance in time, what would i be? Is it better to remain in the dark, resting on the beautiful feeling that I had also been loved, or embrace light and the truth. I dont know...But time will tell...
Sunday, June 25, 2006
December 3, 2004
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Hi Aravind, Kindly be informed that you are formally shifted to 7S-TR2-S20: m/c no:****** with effect from Dec 3rd, 04.
Thanks And Regards,
Rakhin Prabha Rajan
When I got the allocation mail, I was a little sad. The thought of movingout from Rec Room to some place called TR2 was not too comforting. One andhalf years later, on the brink of moving from TR2 to my own niche in 7S, Iam flooded by an immense feeling of nostalgia...
I am also sure I am not theonly one...The memories of life in TR2 have been clearly etched into theminds of whoever has had the chance to be here. With only a few days of my professional life left to be lived in TR2, Ithought it prudent to write an ode to one of the most happening rooms of USTechnology. TR2 has been the nerve center of all activities concerning ouraccount...Want to have an account meeting? Want to celebrate a birthday?Have to announce a tour? One almost always turned to TR2. Some of ourbiggest projects have been executed out of TR2. Some of our most memorableevents have been celebrated here, and some of our biggest decisions havealso been made here. This room has been as much a part of our account asanyone of us.
I am sure everyone would agree that the wonderful team spiritwithin our team has a direct relation to a majority of us being in TR2.Successes have been shared and sorrows divided. When I came into TR2, there were people from other accounts still sittinghere. A few months later it became an exclusive haven of our account. Myfirst seat was in the last row, which reminded me of my engineering class (Iwas sitting in the first row and had to relegate to last row after myprofessor told me while distributing answer papers that he hadn't seen aworse first bench in his career). You had the advantage of watching theworld without the world watching you. Some months later I realized that Imight end up a specimen for the medicos to work on, if I continued to put upwith the cold waves (literally) emanating from the AC vents.
I then requested for a change and when Biji left TR2, I got my first promotion (orshould I say demotion) to the second last row. Interestingly, it is exactlyone year since I moved to my present seat. It is then that I had a chance towork with a full fledged team along with Ramesh and Varma. From then on ithas been a wonderful journey, and as of today, Sojan and I are the seniormost in TR2 (wow, what a great feeling).
I almost feel that a family is being cut to pieces; of course it being the time of nuclear families, one cannot complain. But the thought that thishaven, which has provided everyone with intimacy, love, trust, protection,tenderness and understanding, will no longer be part of our folklore, oursaga, is indeed disturbing.
I only wish that the bond which has held us together through times thick andthin, would hold, strengthen and flourish even when we move out. For, intrying circumstances, it is the knowledge that friends are near, that givesyou comfort and helps you go over the hurdles. This might be the last gazette out of TR2. It would also be great if peoplewho have experienced life in TR2 reply with their experiences....
****************
Hi Aravind, Kindly be informed that you are formally shifted to 7S-TR2-S20: m/c no:****** with effect from Dec 3rd, 04.
Thanks And Regards,
Rakhin Prabha Rajan
When I got the allocation mail, I was a little sad. The thought of movingout from Rec Room to some place called TR2 was not too comforting. One andhalf years later, on the brink of moving from TR2 to my own niche in 7S, Iam flooded by an immense feeling of nostalgia...
I am also sure I am not theonly one...The memories of life in TR2 have been clearly etched into theminds of whoever has had the chance to be here. With only a few days of my professional life left to be lived in TR2, Ithought it prudent to write an ode to one of the most happening rooms of USTechnology. TR2 has been the nerve center of all activities concerning ouraccount...Want to have an account meeting? Want to celebrate a birthday?Have to announce a tour? One almost always turned to TR2. Some of ourbiggest projects have been executed out of TR2. Some of our most memorableevents have been celebrated here, and some of our biggest decisions havealso been made here. This room has been as much a part of our account asanyone of us.
I am sure everyone would agree that the wonderful team spiritwithin our team has a direct relation to a majority of us being in TR2.Successes have been shared and sorrows divided. When I came into TR2, there were people from other accounts still sittinghere. A few months later it became an exclusive haven of our account. Myfirst seat was in the last row, which reminded me of my engineering class (Iwas sitting in the first row and had to relegate to last row after myprofessor told me while distributing answer papers that he hadn't seen aworse first bench in his career). You had the advantage of watching theworld without the world watching you. Some months later I realized that Imight end up a specimen for the medicos to work on, if I continued to put upwith the cold waves (literally) emanating from the AC vents.
I then requested for a change and when Biji left TR2, I got my first promotion (orshould I say demotion) to the second last row. Interestingly, it is exactlyone year since I moved to my present seat. It is then that I had a chance towork with a full fledged team along with Ramesh and Varma. From then on ithas been a wonderful journey, and as of today, Sojan and I are the seniormost in TR2 (wow, what a great feeling).
I almost feel that a family is being cut to pieces; of course it being the time of nuclear families, one cannot complain. But the thought that thishaven, which has provided everyone with intimacy, love, trust, protection,tenderness and understanding, will no longer be part of our folklore, oursaga, is indeed disturbing.
I only wish that the bond which has held us together through times thick andthin, would hold, strengthen and flourish even when we move out. For, intrying circumstances, it is the knowledge that friends are near, that givesyou comfort and helps you go over the hurdles. This might be the last gazette out of TR2. It would also be great if peoplewho have experienced life in TR2 reply with their experiences....
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