Me and Prag,All other stories have me and someone with me… but in this case its only me and Prag, Pragati. Because it started separately and went that way… there was no one who influenced our relationship and it formed, well even after first negative impression of mine.
Don’t know when but while I was with Meds and Ap I got introduced to this girl as their roomy. In first look there was nothing to remember about her… other than her “Hiihiii” (laughing sound and her expressions while laughing.). As I said earlier I took her cell number and started smsing her. But she didn’t like that as we did not know each other personally well that time. For me it was same like others. It was nothing personal, but she took it that way. I remember sometime I send her some sms for good night and there was “sweet dreams” written below… her quick reply was “You have bad dreams….” I was not expecting such reply obviously… I replied, “Ok, if you are free then I could have them….”. Then she replied saying… “Yeah I knew you will reply this way….”. Hmmm certainly nobody will say that it was a good starting. It went like that….
I never talked much with her after that. But she was around always, laughing, enjoying lively, dancing… coding. She was always excited about everything she was doing, she was ML of her group and used to take lot of tension, as all those guys in her group were not responsible as much as she was and she used to be particular. Whenever there was some project work, then for that she used to come early all the way from other end of city to Infosys in auto alone @morning and used to work late till 9, the last bus with which she used to go back.
She was too considerate and used to get mixed up with every one and take care of everybody around, even if she doesn’t know the person well. But there was something missing between us… some link… some thing which bind us. We had it but we didn’t know that. Infact I came to know it far later even after she realised, when I was leaving for Hyderabad.
When I was in Mysore, my parents came to meet me all the way from Bombay and were there for 5 days. It was a long gap for them and me too to meet them back. Five days went like this… and the day came when they have to leave for Bombay back. I was with them in the hotel, in the night before they were leaving. Next day morning I left for Infy and they were going back in the evening. I was not going to meet them before that… I was down while saying bye to them. I knew that I will go back to see them and just for some time we are parting but it was sad feeling and I was really feeling like crying. In thoughts I took a bus and came to infy. Still my mind was else where. On the breakfast table, we use to occupy big table behind, on the ground floor @breakfast time. I used to come early and Medha, Prag, Aparna used to come late. Karthik, Sachin used to come with me and then rush to ILI. That day when Meds and prag came I was not even mood of talking to them. All the time of breakfast they were asking me, what happened, why are you not talking? Usually I used to speak a lot, that’s my characteristic and I cant give it up… I never even tried for the same. Well I think that was the one reason why Prag didn’t like me, may be more than that. I don’t know exactly.
Well, while both of them were bugging me, I finally gave up and told them that my parents left back to Mumbai today and that’s the reason, why I am down. That entire day was like that. That day one more thing happened which gave me something, long lasting. I used to carry my walkman and camera every where. I was listening to songs… and Medha gave me one cassette, Divas ase ki. It has beautiful songs, and in the first stroke I like that. Sometime, some things directly touch you, this was one of them. One of the songs was Evadhacha na, ekate jagu. I was already down but after listening to that cassette I felt better, and after listening to that song I felt something different, that I cant express. But still even if I listen that I song… that feeling pops up. Thank you Medha, for gifting me such a wonderful cassette, gift.
I actually drifted from main point but this was also coming in the flow and was important to write. Hmmm so after listening to me, Prag felt something different. I didn’t know it that time obviously, but later she told me. Actually she felt I am also a human being, I also have some feelings and I am also sensitive. Hey just kidding prag, but that was the thing which was missing in between us. That brought us close. She felt a bonding, and partly what I said above. For me she was as she was. I knew she was nice person but for me still she was unknown kinda person because she had always barrier talking to me and was not comfortable with me. I used to carry a red bag to office, small sack kind of thing. She mentioned it as irritating red color bag… which she use to search whenever she wants to find me. well many of these things we didn’t spoke when we left from Mysore.
I really would mention here some point, which took us on the road of our relation. I knew she is too sensitive and gets tensed quickly. We went to Planet X once and were having fun. We played Go carting, pool, balling and lots of other things. This was the time when we were good friends, but still not close one. In the time of playing some game suddenly she found her cell is missing. She bought that just a couple of weeks before. Everyone was searching for it but somebody picked it. I knew now it is impossible to get that cell back. But she wanted justice and decided to launch a complaint for that. I thought that useless but there was no chance of explaining her that thing. Then we went to police station and from there to hutch shop, to get proof of that cell. Well as I thought that was useless thing… it happened to be same. I felt very sorry for her but there was nothing I could do about that. She didn’t sleep that night…. And funnier thing, after that, she came back to Bangalore around 3 months later and first thing what she tried was trying to dial her cell, her old number.
Time passed, and further we met very late and already had little time left. She was in my batch IS and was one of the bright student. My birthday came just before we were leaving from Mysore. I celebrated with my friends and that was my first birthday which I celebrated so big, even @home we didn’t use to celebrate birthdays much. But that was really good one. . So, point was when I decided to throw a party for my birthday, there was a problem. Ap, meds and prag were in other group also, one of them just had his birthday and he was also giving away party on same day. So I didn’t know what will happen and if they will come or not? I asked Medha and she said, “obviously yes....” , then I asked Ap, she didn’t want to hurt me but she didn’t know what she want to do at that time… “if you had tell earlier then I wound have make it definitely”, she said. I was little disappointed. But then I thought whatever… whoever can come to my party will come else let it be. Then there was an exciting part for me. I was asking prag, and I thought… she will be the one who will say not I am not coming because of that party. She was sitting on her comp doing her some work, having look @all things before leaving the place to Pune. But she was ready… amusing, I never thought of that. I was surprised, and I asked her 2 – 3 times and clarified whether she really don’t want to go their party and is coming with me. But she was sure, and infact she didn’t understand why I was asking it so many times.
I had that great party with all of my friends whom I want to be with me that time. It was great. . Well this girl I didn’t understand till I left for Hyderabad, surely. As I told earlier, who all were close to me, I asked them to write something. I even asked Prag to write something. She was reluctant, she was always postponing it, I dunno why? I asked her twice but then I decided not to ask her again. But the day before we were leaving, I asked her again for the last time. That time she gave me a very good smile and said… “De, pan jara welani ye… mi lihun thevin.”. Well seriously speaking, I felt very nice that time. Tya nantar tine je lihila te vachatana mi evadha senty zalelo, ki te nahi sangu shakat. What I thought and what was there actually I completely different… how sensitive she is, I realised from that. I was not even able to read what she wrote that time… I closed that book and opened it again, when we went Hyderabad, Khairatabad home (story coming soon). But certainly I bonded to new relationship, with my sis.
Kou.P.S. she drew one picture of me in that book that I will scan and will upload sometime… but that was one more thing which brought us close surely.
Me, Meds and Ap,Sometimes something’s happen by coincidence and those can be sweetest things. Well my introduction with these two girls was like this only. One I met with in library and other one in the classroom. It was good coincidence that we met. . I found really two great friends in them. Accidents happen but they are not good always but this was exception. This was exceptionally good.
“Hey what is this, crap in these notes… blah blah…?” “Actually that is written in regard to this….”. “ok ok, hmmm”. This kind of first discussion I had with Medha that ended there itself but we met again. It took little longer to get on with the conversation.
Next time actually I spoke with the Aparna…. She usually sat behind me and in the second or third row. I had noticed her before I first talk with her. Usually when she laughed behind me I use to wonder who laughed… but then I got habituated. One incidence before we met… some faculty was teaching something, some nice students were seriously studying, some mischievous asking questions from back benches… I was sitting in first row but I was barely listening to what was being taught I was feeling sleepy, as usual. In this case that faculty was explaining seriously to students in between somebody cracked a joke; there was some chuckling and then a pause. Suddenly some tune started playing, I guess some Marathi tune, and nobody was able to find what happened. Then we realised that it was cell ringing. Everybody located the row, the column and finally the chair and Aparna on it. Everyone was hoping that she will pick up the call. But she was laughing loudly and looking here and there, thinking, why the hell everybody is looking at me??? Well later she realised what exactly was happening and with embarrassed smile, apologising everybody, “Sorry sorry” she cut the call.
Confirming my self, “Hmmm, one more GIRL and gone case”, I moved to my sleep further. Just after that, some session was over and we all were giving feed back. I finished and submitted the paper then while standing in the front near first row I talked with Aparna first. Chatting about what’s her name, where she was from and how is life, normal tp Qs we started. Then there was Medha sitting 2 – 3 chairs next to Ap and filling the forms seriously, I remembered that this girl is with Ap, I asked her that “Ani hi kon? (who is she?)”. “Ti… ti Medha.”, “hmmm”. Well that ended our short discussion. I ran to lab to do some more tp and some exercises. After that I don’t know when we started speaking regularly. Actually we were neither leaving near each other, neither were travelling with same bus nor we were sitting close in Labs. But it started.
As I remember, when I took cell number from Medha, I used to take from everybody whom I got to know to send free smss . But her connection was Airtel, so first thought came to my mind was “Ohh, I am going to get charged for this…!!!”. Well just kidding. But I never bothered about that after start of our friendship, really and neither did she. Just before 14th of February 2004, that was 13th precisely I asked her number of her cell and then our sms silsila never stopped. How and what was driving us exactly we never knew. Many guys were jealous of our friendship but neither of us really mind that.
Starting of our friendship began by Medha, when she send me one poem of
Nile Fulpakharu, and to reply of that I wrote poem,
Kana. Explaining her that this was one of my favourite poem our mail discussion extended. We had a long discussion on that thru mail. Then our mails were even going regularly. That was starting of our friendship in real sense.
At the very early stage of our friendship, I asked her for going to FC in the evening, well after a thought she came with me. Ammm that evening we talked freely, face to face, first time, I guess. But that was like we knew each other from long time. She use to say, our friendship was meant to be... if didnt have meet here then we would have meet in
Bibawewadi. There she leaves and we also have flat there. But basic
funda of our friendship was sms only and is still there. We used to go for coffee after our morning session of classroom and that break of 10 minutes use to extend up to an hour or so… then thinking
oof how late we have been talking we use to go back to our comps.
Aparna was famous in her group, because of her forgetful nature and her Marathi bana. She is aggressive always and likes to take on whatever comes her way. She is always thinking and lost… I use to wonder what exactly she must be thinking all the time. I remember she had a fight with one of my friend, before I know her well, in the cafeteria. In the lecture break, we all were standing in the queue. She got angry with something with him and started fighting verbally of course. And then she started her typical hindi language. Well anybody from our batch if you ask will tell about Aparna’s hindi. . I realised that first time at that time. I was enjoying what was happening but then I thought of interrupting them but I didn’t know what was happening. I enquired the guys around them but no one was sure what exactly happened. Well by that time our time ended and we need to rush our classrooms.
Once we had some session in the hall, I forgot the name of that hall. After that I rushed up to labs as I was not at all interested in that session and started doing my work. Then Karthik came from behind and said… “Hey you know tour friend, Aparna is crying down, something happened.” I hesitated for a moment, what to do and then I ran down. I saw her with Medha and few other girls. I didn’t dare to go there and ask her what happened. Later she came up, and was looking normal. I wanted to ask her, if everything is alright but I could not dare. After that she went to home, next day and came back after 3 – 4 days. In the mean time I asked to Medha what the problem was. And was anything serious? She told that her sister met with an accident and was hospitalised… I was shocked for a moment. Because even after hearing that news she was looking so calm when she came in the lab…. I lost my words and came back to my seat.
Aparna came back and started her regular study and started covering her missed sessions, exams and lab sessions. I always looked at her and thought should I go and ask her if everything is ok? One day finally I asked her, and like she expected that I will ask her, she told me everything. But she was very much hopeful that she will become alright till the time she will go back to Pune again. I also assured her that everything will be alright, and she will find her again as that cheerful person whom she left while leaving for Mysore. It was really tough time for her and deal with that very elegantly. Hats of to Aparna.
Medha was very sensitive towards her and always thought of sharing her tension with Aparna. Medha and I used to discuss kavita, goshti, katha, nataka, college, collegeche gathering, spardha, college semesters and slogging and the list was endless. She told me once that I was UT (university topper) and my reaction was :-O open mouth… I had seen toppers in my college but there were so different and never normal according to me. I never thought that that kind of person will become my friend and here it was. Something unusual happened. Hahaha.
She was crazy about natak, she had written scripts in college for drama competitions. She is a good dancer, even if I haven’t seen that but I am sure she must be. She is perfect Gemini and flickers from one thought to another. She likes and writes poetry. Whatever she writes, she writes more than what we can understand and sometimes even herself. She thinks too much and is too sensitive to handle. All small things can upset her and any small thing can take her to new height of joy. She can enjoy like a small kid and at the same time can think like a granny. All she can do is straight thinking and straight talking. She never tries to hide her feelings and is always true to herself. She tells what she likes and even what she doesn’t. But she can’t take insults and take it too seriously, and starts thinking where I was wrong. Always kind of protected from her family and her dada, whenever anybody speaks something rash to her, she gets tensed and get serious.
Our tuning and frequency matched and we were enjoying it. We even got some more crazy guys in all this. Aparna was also talented. If she had good memory then she could have contributed more I guess :-). She also write poetry and enjoys
sahitya, she always regret if she could have started reading English earlier and if could have improved it then it would have made the difference. But actually that’s not the case and she can still reach to those heights which she wants. She is determined and always have something fixed goal. Before leaving mysore I went to shopping with Aparna and group, that time we spoke about her sister, that time I came to know, how much caring and loving she was. She was very attached to her family, sister and was desperate to see her back normal. Well thats it, I should not talk much about that, because
agar Aparna bhadak gayi aur usane apani hindi chalu kar di to mera kya hoga, mujhe kon bachaega???
We together, mi, ap and meds, enjoyed shopping, enjoyed chamundi hills in the cold evening, enjoyed tea @fc, breakfast in the morning… and what not. Well when we were in Mysore, Aparna did so much of shopping that finally all the shopkeepers started recognising her…. Well I still doubt, that after taking her there to shop, she must be getting commission from those shopkeepers… but she never agreed to that. .
Well there is something more… so there were more guys who were in that sahitya and kavita. One was Shailesh, right now in Mangalore and looking out for Bengali gal, Pragati, in Bangalore, about whom I am going to write as I told, Macvin, he is also in Mangalore, first impression about him was what a useless guy…, well he will know that by reading this only not otherwise. These guys were main, apart from them there were many who were constantly in touch with marathi sahitya. One of them was
guruji from Nagapur,
raje from Kolhapur, and many more. All these guys will come in the flow. Pragati, roomy of these two gals, came in my contact very much late, around 3 months after start of our batch when she got her new cell. Well there was little spark between us from her side as she didn’t like me... and thought I am an idiot and much more than that. But finally we also ended as very very good friends, rather now she is my
manaleli bahin.
I am getting away from main topic… as the end approached and we were about to leave Mysore, I asked these two beautiful gals to write something for me, they were first two whom I asked and who wrote in my book. Both wrote excellent poems for me. That was the best gift for me after their friendship with me. They got placed to Pune after our training and I went to Hyderabad, but that didn’t cause a drift between us and we still are as we were.
Life takes you at different places, somewhere in the flow you find someone, few of them come with you and hardly any of them stay with you. Meds and Ap are in those few.
Thank you for being there for me.
Kou/ Koush.
P.S. one thing I forgot to mention, Ap never liked to take her photograph in speck but this was the first time when I caught her with those specks…
and before leaving Mysore I was taking snap of everyone I wanted without knowing them, this snap of meds I took after long efforts as she was not ready and was not allowing me to take snap without knowing her.
Me with Karthik and Sachin,
As I told earlier when we landed (by train… )
@Bangalore on 18th of January, we found the guy name Sachin, who was in our train. Looking at him and his
restlessness he made me nervous. That guy was so
full of energy, was never interested in the surroundings, and that’s why we found him always running ahead of us even @Bangalore. Well our bags, for me three and for Karthik, I don’t remember but certainly not one, was difficult to catch up with this guy with only one VIP and that to half empty. I was just wondering how he gonna leave for 3 -4 months with this much luggage?
He was too simple and
made me awkward lot of times with his remarks, reactions, thinking and his life style. I was just amused about,
how can such a guy live in Mumbai? He must be alien…. Well but he was firm about his views and very confident about what he want to do. I was also confident and had more ego kind of thing, well then that thing happened which generally happens when
two opposite polls come close. Repulsion. We use to fight on any simple thing, whatever I say, he use to contradict, whatever he says I use to
contradict, well we always have some valid points and we were not ready to let other one escape without that fight… that became daily part of our life in the evening. After coming back to home we use to do that “discussion”.
Karthik was one and only
silent member if this discussion. He uses to tolerate us… and sometimes give opinion in my favor and some times in favor of Sachin. According to them I was
spoiled young child who never knew what the responsibility was. Well that was one common part in them, and which make them stand against me, poor fellow.
But I was happy to be with them because in the morning they always use to get up early and be ready till I get up, then I alone could use the bathroom without any tension. Rajesh’s mother use to give us tea in the morning and hot water for bath. It was unwritten rule that when we use to get up, these two things were always ready for us….
I never knew that even a single day we missed our tea or hot water while she was in the house. Grandmother and grandfather, Rajesh’s parent use to go to iskon early temple, and once or twice they asked us to join too, but for me it was impossible, Karthik was not much interested, but Sachin yeah, he was the brave guy who did that once. In the morning @4 or so he got up had a bath with cold water and then going to temple and coming back. Hats of to Sachin.
In the morning life there were two important parts in our life…
one was number 116 and the other was SMS curtsy, Hutch. 116 was the bus number with which we use to travel to our dear ILI, Mysore infosys. And since we join infosys, we all subscribed to hutch and had free sms es which connected us all round the clock, from classrooms to restrooms. Well it was very good way to contact Karthik, because he was always accessible by this way ;-) hahaha.
There use to be big traffic of sms, incoming and outgoing too. My
sister (dida) @home and @Mysore… huh, I even cant remember all of those names. But prominent members who subscribed to me and whom I was subscribed were…
Medha (Meds),
Aparna (Ap),
Karthik (weired, ehh? But we use to send even in home also.),
Macvin (Maccy),
Pragati (Prag),
Kunal (Master),
Madhura, Bhagyashree (Bhagya),
Ketan (Tux),
Deepaks (There were 2 of them),
Kedar1 (called as uncle with love) and
Kedar2 (mawali kedar) and n number of peoples and last but
not least our host
Rajesh, who was always so eager to receive my message. All these are real names of these persons and even full. From now on those will be shortened and should be identified that way. They all are lined up here on....
Our 116 was also too good, it used to come full and never late. So if we
miss one then we need to
wait for 45 minutes but we usually got it on time. Travel with that amusing bus was alsominimum to get another… that was its frequency remarkable and we were so used to it that we could not forget it even when we left mysore and when we went back to visit then we travelled by same 116 to Infosys.
We got to know so many people, guys from our SDB i.e. software development building
(Karthik can help me to remember names of those guys, Kar can you please do this for me ), then some one like Naresh, Vivek etc. These guys were batch mates but they used to seat outside lab and so we had less interaction with them Well you will wonder what isas compared to guys who were inside. this funda of inside and outside. Then for you, there were 2 labs, lab 4, which was big and we use to seat there, and lab5 which was outside a partition and there was ¼ of our batch, I suppose.
All those guys use to come inside peep here and there, even we use to go outside but there was a boundary and which was
Lab 4 and Lab5. But point here is not about anyone else but about three of us. We three were inside only for entire 4 months. First we were in generic stream and then in the IS, me and Sachin and OS, Karthik. But we still
enjoyed our study together, doing that tp, asking doubts to each other and then arguing, who is correct, revising for exams one night before then solving question papers got from seniors. It all was fun and every moment of that we enjoyed. Well I used to study in generic regularly but since IS, I left that. I used to do whatever I want in ILI but nothing @home and still I could manage a good percentile. Sachin and karthik were too sincere and they always tried there best to study and appearing for exam. But how hard may they study everything was always dependent on the paper we got from seniors.
In the 4 months life we did projects, shopping carts, and what not… well actually I don’t even remember them now. We thru out enjoyed it, except sometime when either Karthik or Sachin felt that they are
screwed in this test and subject.
I was always cool and I knew that I can do this thing; it was damn easy and need no much talent. Just apply some logic and everything is done. I always loved software as it was close to mathematics and involves logic. I like all those things which can be done logically. Not like history where we have to mug up everything and then don’t know what you Well in the entire 4 months
Sachin screwed his life once when something wrong went about his
project. He was in hell lot of tension, but I and Karthik always supported him. We knew it was not his fault and he will come out of that even and he came.
Karthik, nothing to talk about his life as such, because he is
too straight forward. He will
never do
anything wrong,
rash or go out of his way to do anything. He used to say that I am going to do
love marriage, well I believe that it isI mean its written in his patrika. possible, but I am sure for that even he wont do much efforts but
it will happen for him . He is caring and family guys who always wants to take everybody with him. There is not a single point I could say is wrong about Karthik, but yeah he lacks desperation, there is no urgency (well some times he need to rush to toilet, I think that’s only thing.), and he is contended in himself. Any of these things are not wrong, but that’s where I will always like him to improve.
One more thing I will never forget about Karthik was
his phone and his calls. In a day at least
4 to 8 calls he use to make to home or receive. I was so frustrated looking @his call rate that I myself reduced calling @home. I was always thinking what the hell must be talking all these times from morning? Me and Sachin use to comment on that always but he never gave up, he has spirit and we? Alcohol obviously… hahaha. Bad PJ. Hey and Sachin use to call occasionally,
once in a week or so…. C they were also opposite polls.
Unlike Sachin, we
did not screw our training but we
compensated for that awaterwards in development. Karthik did a great job while I and Sachin were furious many times and he himself never loosed his temper, and that was appreciable thing. I really appreciate him, in fact all those who bare me I appreciate… but that list is too long and will increase length of this post too.
But when the end approached we never knew who is going where. Me and Karthik finally came to same place and that was Hyderabad but Sachin went to Chennai and it was hell. I was really worried how this guy will adjust to it. Well then after doing some efforts he also got Hyderabad and we
left for Hyderabad each one
on three different days. But ultimately we three were at
3 different places. Well that’s a different story again and it will come as this blog proceed. But at the end of 4 months I found 2 friends who were really close to me and were ready to help me @all possible time.
So far I have tasted that but I am sure they will.
kd
@Rajesh's home... Kar, Sac and me,
We are
three corners of the room or three different legs of the chair. But we met and we stayed to togather to become best friends.... (Karthik is @Pune for now, Sachin in Aussi for project and me @London.)
Starter:Karthik was in my college, its Datta meghe college of engineering, and sachin... he was from mumbai, when we met.... and thats it.
I knew karthik a bit but was not sure how he was and how we will go whether we will be friends and will be togather @Mysore or we will leave seperately. He will prefer to stay with me or he will have his different friends, he will like me or we will need to adjust... there were hell lot of Qs when we were going to mysore. We both knew that we are going to mysore togather
but after that... who knows??? :-$.
First course:Atleast there was that background for us to be with... but sachin? God... he
just droped like anything from no where and was with us... :-), yeah... it was literally like this. We never knew each other neither we travelled in same compartment nor we thought of talking each other. There were dozens of guys who came from mumbai n puna in the same train as we came. Sachin was one of those but he didnt remain so.... @Bangalore station we met, rather he pinged us... "Going to mysore? For infosys?", me and kar looking puzzled, why the hell he is asking... "Yeah..." one of us replied, "Ok, then lets go togather."... "Aaamm... ok". That was starting of our friendship...
one tight bond.
Second Course:While going togather, then to infy campus, and then taking rooms and leaving there for one week, we started knowing each other very well and there was one more idiot who joined us in between , Pavan, but he no longer is in contact with either of us... to say, he is still our friend. We were scared for finding home within a week for staying, as infy provided us with accommodation of one week only. We were running and searching like anything, anywhere... when we came to know of Rajesh from one of my contact.
It was like meeting with a god, who was going to rescue us from all those tensions... yeah, it was that kind of feeling :-). He was never aware of what situation we were in and how desperately we need place to stay in a day. But then he agreed to let us be there and gave us a room @roof top. I was happy with the room and with all the arrangment which happened last minute. Now we were relaxed and waiting @infy hostel... and seeing everyone else moving to Sunita's hostel. :-). That was one big hostel and which hosted almost 3/4th of our guys there. We thought of going there and then rejected it looking at conjusted rooms, well we missed something by not going there but we certainly got life long bonding with a family of Rajesh.
A very good, descent cultural sindhi family. Rajesh's cute son Adi, his mother whom we used to call didi, his parents, who were very religious and used to go iskon every day. We even got the chance of going there with them some time and have a part of prasad from the temple. We were so close to them and were as good as part of there family only. They never treated us as outsiders and PGs who were there to pay rent and were concerned about getting money on day 1 of every month.
Sweet dish:Every moment of our life we spent there was great and still in the memory, neither they nor us can forget it. It was great to know a famiy so closely, whom we never knew even distinctly. Life takes you all round and shows all the shades of color, which you were never even thought of. @the end of 4 months... when we needed to depart, it was a very diffcult moment for us... and for them too. But life cant stop... it has to move on. Right?
And we three headed towards HYD, Hyderabad @the end of 4months....
kd
Life @Mysore, That was turning point of my life in many ways, I was never stayed away from my home and parents for more than few days.... and a time came when I needed to move to Mysore for my work. After my graduation, I did electronics engineering, I was working with Mirc Electroonics, that famous Onida brand, but I was not happy with what I was doing. Mean time I got the letter from Infofsts that I am selected and I need to join to Mysore office.
17th january 2004, I moved away from my home for first time and for long term. I was on the new way and of new search. I was just hoping that this will be my good choice and I wont regret for my decision. So far I felt that for quite some time that I went wrong and I should have tried something else instead of what I am doing, but then my destiny drove me than myself. Infact I was also happy. Whever time came and I decided to do some cange, I had something other that didnot allow me to change my line. And hence I am still here.
Well
19th January 2004, I was the
one among the crowd of 200 guys who were there in infy campus. That I came to know later. I was
amused with the infrastucture and the facilities so far we got form the company and feeling like VIP. Well I forgot that, it was the time when we first came in and thats why we were getting welcomed. :-)
I passed thru various moments of up and downs in life when I was there, felt sick, felt like crying, laughing, running back to home and quiting all that... everything. But I also found new direction, knowledge, carporate etiquettes, and new friends. Those who were already my friends were
rediscovered, new friends happened and life certainly was looking good and beautiful. At the end of 4months the bonding with that place and people was so strong that I couldnot stop myself from letting cry when I left from there.
The
home, where we use to leave with
Rajesh and his family was so fabulous that we couldnot forget. Here we include
me, Kar or karthik and sac who is sachin. We were
best friends and still we are. There is story about each... we will continue once in a day... lets have some picks here from Mysore....
Life @Mysore.
kd
Hi,
This is Koushal, from the Mumbai. I am a software professional (This is very sofisticated work for sloggers of todays world, all those who slog for money and make MNC's work and do there jobs and get paid like dogs...), well this doesnt mean that I am not happy with my work. I am happily doing it but sometimes when we you start using your upper part of shoulder... and think what and why are you doing it, certainly then you start feeling like, you are screwed and some body is screwing you just because he is paying you...? Then who give this opportunity and right to him? Obviously me, as I want to get money.
Huh, lots pf philosphy in these lines... or crap :-), whatever... this one is my first post on my blog and dont want to screw, those who want to read this, or who dear to read this.
I am uploading some photos past in my life. Have a look.
kd
