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....
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Friday was hectic as usual..But then I had something to look forward to...our team was touring Kodaikanal, which is a picturesque hill station in the South...The climate was promising to remain good, the air was charged with positivity...the expectation of a great weekend lay ahead...
8.30 it was when the last of our team mates wound up withi his call to US, but still no sign of the Bus..another half an hour spent speculating about the ETA at Kodai. The Bus finally found it convenient to make an appearance by 9. By 10, after a round of pickup, we were on our way.
Friday was just fading away, and talks of code written and trackers sent that day were floating around...Within an hour, sleep was catching up, eyelids were drowsy, shoulders were drooping...Another long week was on its way out... It was then that the fun really started. A couple of us young bloods found it hard to digest that we were here to sleep. Every 10 minutes the silence was shattered by riotous sounds, loud enough to keep a charging herd of elephants at bay. Until about 1, this exercise continued... Curses could be heard flying here and there...Luckily we are not in the world of Harry Potter. By about 1 am, even the most energetic found it better to surrender to the wonderful all encompassing feeling..no of coz am not talking abt Love...its sleep..yeah what else...
The sleep was short-term though. We woke up to a deadly calm surrounding us, and realized that our Bus had punctured one of its tyres...What rotten luck. One hour was spend trying to find a shop to fix it. Right from the moment the bus started, many of us had a fleeting feeling that all was not well, and now our worst fears materialised...After the puncture came another GREAT news..the vehicle would go no faster than 60kmph. Motorcycles overtook us and we watched in disbelief as the driver stopped the vehicle to let others pass by.
17 hours of rickety driving later, we finally arrived at our destination, satisifed that we were still in one piece. The accomodation was out-standing. It was a welcome change in a tour filled with mishaps. The ambience was superb, and more so was the food. All of us gave in to the lust for food, and by the time we were finished, our stomachs resembled footballs...(oh yeah u cud say i was watching a lot of the world cup)
We may have succumbed to that wonderful thing called sleep again, but for our dearest friend Antony suggesting that we go for a trek. Yeah, the idea sounded dumb, especially after a sumptous feast, but there it was...One km was the distance originally mentioned. Oh yeah, as you already figured it out, it was much much more...Statistics were to reveal later that we trekked 17kms both ways. It is interesting how u miss out a figure sometimes...
It was quite late by the time we reached the destination, and our journey back was a once in a lifetime affair. We were in the middle of a forest (city dwellers call even a score of trees a forest, but this was the real thing), with the night settling; news that a herd of bison was prowling around added to the hyperbole...The most important thing we learnt off this adventure was that Nokia phones with camera have a powerful flash feature. Yes, you guessed rite. That was our torch, our leading light.
By the time we retuned, (the bison herd was for real, but did not create any worries-only because they were too far away) it was too late for further adventure. But this was the only night we had to organize a camp fire, which we did. The original plan was to cook over the fire and eat, but then with food, it is better not to take too many risks. The team sat around the fire and a fierce round of Antakshari followed...It almost ended up in a free-for-all, but for the intimation that another feast had been setup...
Dinner Time!!!...Hmm..it was growing to be a habit now. The trek had famished us all, but with it had brought in a ravenous apetite. Needless to say, the food vanished in no time...A good measure of fruit salad with icrecream saw us signing off with a flourish...
Again, the real party started at night. People who were not tired, because of the "Fire in the belly", partied late into the night. A game of cards with 6 people, was going on. Elsewhere, people were performing "monoacts"...It is interesting that such copious amounts of dialogues can be had for almost nothing..(err, well, a little)...
I saw Sunday Morning at 6.30 am. I dont see working days at these hours, and was surprised how a tour can tickle your bilogical clock to press the alarms at optimum times. By the time the entire team got ready, it was 9 am. Breakfast at 9, did i say delicious, was followed by checking out of the guest house, settling of bills and writing a than you note to the manager.
This day was devoted to sight seeing. We were about to see why Kodai was one of the best hill stations in the country. The climate was at its best. No rains, a perfect sunny day. We trekked pine forests, floated across the lake in boats, cycled its perimeter and finally shopped.......Righto, Shopping!!! What tour without shopping. Many people infact carried home more than what they brought.
When we finally started our journey back, it was 4.30pm. 12 hours later, we were back to where it all started. The honeymoon had ended; but all made sure that it was great while it lasted. Earlier, in the context of shopping, i said "Many people infact carried home more than what they brought." I would refine it to say "All people carried home more than what they brought"...This tour has helped us foster better relations and build new ones, meet with people whom we never knew existed, helped us understand others better and above all, bonded us together in a wonderful feeling of togetherness, of team spirit...which was the essence of the entire tour...
Everybody played a part in making it a grand success, but it would be grave injustice if i donot single out a few names..
Antony with his indomitable spirit, Aromal with his "cool as a cucumber" attitude and Sojan with a real display of leadership have done a wonderful job. I may have missed out a few names, but that is purely un-intentional. The success of this has me eagerly waiting for the next. I hope the entire team can participate, next time around.
8.30 it was when the last of our team mates wound up withi his call to US, but still no sign of the Bus..another half an hour spent speculating about the ETA at Kodai. The Bus finally found it convenient to make an appearance by 9. By 10, after a round of pickup, we were on our way.
Friday was just fading away, and talks of code written and trackers sent that day were floating around...Within an hour, sleep was catching up, eyelids were drowsy, shoulders were drooping...Another long week was on its way out... It was then that the fun really started. A couple of us young bloods found it hard to digest that we were here to sleep. Every 10 minutes the silence was shattered by riotous sounds, loud enough to keep a charging herd of elephants at bay. Until about 1, this exercise continued... Curses could be heard flying here and there...Luckily we are not in the world of Harry Potter. By about 1 am, even the most energetic found it better to surrender to the wonderful all encompassing feeling..no of coz am not talking abt Love...its sleep..yeah what else...
The sleep was short-term though. We woke up to a deadly calm surrounding us, and realized that our Bus had punctured one of its tyres...What rotten luck. One hour was spend trying to find a shop to fix it. Right from the moment the bus started, many of us had a fleeting feeling that all was not well, and now our worst fears materialised...After the puncture came another GREAT news..the vehicle would go no faster than 60kmph. Motorcycles overtook us and we watched in disbelief as the driver stopped the vehicle to let others pass by.
17 hours of rickety driving later, we finally arrived at our destination, satisifed that we were still in one piece. The accomodation was out-standing. It was a welcome change in a tour filled with mishaps. The ambience was superb, and more so was the food. All of us gave in to the lust for food, and by the time we were finished, our stomachs resembled footballs...(oh yeah u cud say i was watching a lot of the world cup)
We may have succumbed to that wonderful thing called sleep again, but for our dearest friend Antony suggesting that we go for a trek. Yeah, the idea sounded dumb, especially after a sumptous feast, but there it was...One km was the distance originally mentioned. Oh yeah, as you already figured it out, it was much much more...Statistics were to reveal later that we trekked 17kms both ways. It is interesting how u miss out a figure sometimes...
It was quite late by the time we reached the destination, and our journey back was a once in a lifetime affair. We were in the middle of a forest (city dwellers call even a score of trees a forest, but this was the real thing), with the night settling; news that a herd of bison was prowling around added to the hyperbole...The most important thing we learnt off this adventure was that Nokia phones with camera have a powerful flash feature. Yes, you guessed rite. That was our torch, our leading light.
By the time we retuned, (the bison herd was for real, but did not create any worries-only because they were too far away) it was too late for further adventure. But this was the only night we had to organize a camp fire, which we did. The original plan was to cook over the fire and eat, but then with food, it is better not to take too many risks. The team sat around the fire and a fierce round of Antakshari followed...It almost ended up in a free-for-all, but for the intimation that another feast had been setup...
Dinner Time!!!...Hmm..it was growing to be a habit now. The trek had famished us all, but with it had brought in a ravenous apetite. Needless to say, the food vanished in no time...A good measure of fruit salad with icrecream saw us signing off with a flourish...
Again, the real party started at night. People who were not tired, because of the "Fire in the belly", partied late into the night. A game of cards with 6 people, was going on. Elsewhere, people were performing "monoacts"...It is interesting that such copious amounts of dialogues can be had for almost nothing..(err, well, a little)...
I saw Sunday Morning at 6.30 am. I dont see working days at these hours, and was surprised how a tour can tickle your bilogical clock to press the alarms at optimum times. By the time the entire team got ready, it was 9 am. Breakfast at 9, did i say delicious, was followed by checking out of the guest house, settling of bills and writing a than you note to the manager.
This day was devoted to sight seeing. We were about to see why Kodai was one of the best hill stations in the country. The climate was at its best. No rains, a perfect sunny day. We trekked pine forests, floated across the lake in boats, cycled its perimeter and finally shopped.......Righto, Shopping!!! What tour without shopping. Many people infact carried home more than what they brought.
When we finally started our journey back, it was 4.30pm. 12 hours later, we were back to where it all started. The honeymoon had ended; but all made sure that it was great while it lasted. Earlier, in the context of shopping, i said "Many people infact carried home more than what they brought." I would refine it to say "All people carried home more than what they brought"...This tour has helped us foster better relations and build new ones, meet with people whom we never knew existed, helped us understand others better and above all, bonded us together in a wonderful feeling of togetherness, of team spirit...which was the essence of the entire tour...
Everybody played a part in making it a grand success, but it would be grave injustice if i donot single out a few names..
Antony with his indomitable spirit, Aromal with his "cool as a cucumber" attitude and Sojan with a real display of leadership have done a wonderful job. I may have missed out a few names, but that is purely un-intentional. The success of this has me eagerly waiting for the next. I hope the entire team can participate, next time around.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
There is this girl...She was with me at school. A really sweet girl...and the only mistake she did was to have an inatuation ..that too, with me..To be frank, i got scared...I never talked to her after that...But now, years later i met her through a mutual friend...we talk regularly now..I am single, she is single...You never know when things may change
Its almost two and a half years since i joined the dynamic it industry...A lot of things gained...and lot of things lost in this journey...I realize that this industry is filled with ironies...U compete with your team member for a better appraisal, you work with the same person as a team ...u work long hours to impress your boss, these same long hours gives you a non-productive image ...
But then I have realied that Life is so...and hence it must logically follow that anything connected must have a subset of its ironies...
In a philiosophical mood? yeah true!!! Most of friends are not near me...people who are have got married and started families...it is when u sit idle without a thing to do, that you realize their value
Ok....enough for now...I have bored myself...
But then I have realied that Life is so...and hence it must logically follow that anything connected must have a subset of its ironies...
In a philiosophical mood? yeah true!!! Most of friends are not near me...people who are have got married and started families...it is when u sit idle without a thing to do, that you realize their value
Ok....enough for now...I have bored myself...
Sunday, April 09, 2006
I satisifed my craze for electronic gadgets...i now have an iPOD..I am absolutely flabbergasted with the sound quality..defnitely a must buy...One thing i was not impressed abt, was the headphones...they looked too drab..mebbe the next thing they could think of ws to bring in bluetooth support...that would be totally out of the world...
This is my first blog. I have been wanting to do so for quite some time now, but have been putting it off. It is an incident, and a tragedy at that, that has made me set this thing up. I felt i needed an avenue to voice my opinions and record my thoughts...a diary would have been another choice, but then it doesnt give one the option of reading other's opinions on his thoughts..and hence this blog..i plan to make regular posts here..and hope i can carry forward this online diary adventure
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