As time flies by
As time flies by i realise
I've done some things wrong
I've done some things right
But i do not understand why
I've not done the right thing
At the right time?
This world is dirty
It is bad and it is cruel
The god is the kingmaker here
And we mortals, the pawns
He puts us in the throne today
And throws us into the pit the next day
He gives us the best of friends
And makes them our worst enemies in days
He gives us someone to love
And takes them away ,for hitherto reasons unknown
As time flies by, I contemplate
As to why so much of cruelty to me?
And then i understand
That all these make me stronger, taller ,bigger
I learn, I grow, I evolve
Into the perfect mortal
As time flies by
And when I go to his garden of eternity
I get the throne of immortality
Friday, September 22, 2006
Friday, August 04, 2006
Black beauty
she had no particular form
she was a small black fur ball.
My sis thought she was a doll
took it in her hands only to feel the warmth
the love we gave her, there was no dearth
she ate and grew & ate and grew
damaged things quite a few
she came and when she left
everything was in a mess
she barked and she fought
she chased the cats around
she begged for food
and always got the best share
she was not the best guard for sure
but she made sure none got near
she had her way with everyone
and got a pat from near and dear
lovely thing that she is
I would want her there all my life
though the poor thing doesn’t know
her's is so short
but I know she'd make my life worth it
every moment that she spends for me
that's my pet
my black beauty
my very own sweet doggy- mickie.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
It rained that day...
I waited in the park for long
She wanted me to be there
I watched the cranes fly back
even they wanted to get home before it is dark
As for me, i could wait the whole night for her
and then ,from the shadows of a dark evening
she emerged ,as lovely as ever
i checked the red rose inside my jacket's pocket
it was as alive and fragrant as it was before
she approached me with that ever beautiful smile
and asked me whether she was late
i lied to her that she was right on time
better late than never, right?
i looked into her lovely brown eyes
the naughty glitter was always there
i zipped my jacket down half way through
took the bloody red rose in my hand
leaned towards her extending it to her.
i said "For u, in the name of my love"
She took it in her hands
i had my eyes fixed on hers
she looked at me and said"yes ,I do love u"
A single tear appeared in my eye
the skies grew darker.
was it the dusk or the clouds?
we had our eyes locked
broken by a abrupt loud thunder
and then the heavens showered on us
their wishes and their tears
Yes, it rained that day!!!
we ran for the covers
our hands locked in a clasp
we got under the tree
we waited there for the skies to pour off
the grip never getting any loose
she looked at me
her eyes telling me, it is getting late
i told her i'd walk her home.
by then the downpour turned into a drizzle
we walked hand in hand along the roadside
how romantic, it rained that day!!!
And then playing spoilsport
the alarm started ringing
with my roommate screaming at me to shut it down
I got up from my slumber
scampered for my mobile and shutdown the alarm
I looked out of the windows
wishing the dream would be true
The sky was dark and it started pouring
dejavu!!!,and it is raining today too
Yes,it was a dream too good to be true
but, it rained that day...
Ranjith
She wanted me to be there
I watched the cranes fly back
even they wanted to get home before it is dark
As for me, i could wait the whole night for her
and then ,from the shadows of a dark evening
she emerged ,as lovely as ever
i checked the red rose inside my jacket's pocket
it was as alive and fragrant as it was before
she approached me with that ever beautiful smile
and asked me whether she was late
i lied to her that she was right on time
better late than never, right?
i looked into her lovely brown eyes
the naughty glitter was always there
i zipped my jacket down half way through
took the bloody red rose in my hand
leaned towards her extending it to her.
i said "For u, in the name of my love"
She took it in her hands
i had my eyes fixed on hers
she looked at me and said"yes ,I do love u"
A single tear appeared in my eye
the skies grew darker.
was it the dusk or the clouds?
we had our eyes locked
broken by a abrupt loud thunder
and then the heavens showered on us
their wishes and their tears
Yes, it rained that day!!!
we ran for the covers
our hands locked in a clasp
we got under the tree
we waited there for the skies to pour off
the grip never getting any loose
she looked at me
her eyes telling me, it is getting late
i told her i'd walk her home.
by then the downpour turned into a drizzle
we walked hand in hand along the roadside
how romantic, it rained that day!!!
And then playing spoilsport
the alarm started ringing
with my roommate screaming at me to shut it down
I got up from my slumber
scampered for my mobile and shutdown the alarm
I looked out of the windows
wishing the dream would be true
The sky was dark and it started pouring
dejavu!!!,and it is raining today too
Yes,it was a dream too good to be true
but, it rained that day...
Ranjith
Friday, July 14, 2006
Why so much of hatred?
This is the third day after the serial blasts rocked Mumbai. 7/11 another date to follow the twin towers of US, the december attack of Indian Parliament, the London railway attacks to be engraved into history books ,of course not with ink, but with blood.
As I sit here in the chair reading forwards of the Mumbai spirit being held high, of life resuming as normal as ever the next day, i feel a lot of respect towards the people there.But i also see photographs in my newspaper ,of mutilate bodies, mangled compartments, of wives and mothers and children mourning over their losses,I contemplate... Will life be as normal as ever for them?will time heal the wounds?Will there be someone who will take the places of the lost ones. No, time won't heal the wounds, it will only reduce the pain , make feelings numb, make people accept the inevitable and live their new lives, without the loved ones, as Raj Kapoor said in his famous movie-"the show must go on".
There are a lot of things that need to be pondered over.This can be the 5th major attack on the country's security in 13 years, starting with the mumbai serial blasts and then the Akshardham,the Kaargil, the parliament.There are countless others ,which, fortunately didn't take as many lives .How well have the government controlled these forces.Are they helpless, tied up?
If we have a look at the other countries that have been affected by terrorism, The US ,UK, Israel...., they have all launched outright offensives, with the slightest ever provocation, on the so called perpetrators of terrorism.As in the case of India, our country has got sufficient evidence of where this dirtiness emanates from. Then ,why don't we take a proactive approach towards solving this?
Why does India look so helpless in the international scene.May be the country might've felt that being the leader of the sub-continent it should be the flagholder of peace in the region. If being what it has been till now has helped the country's cause in anyway I think the government should continue this.Being no great enthusiast or close watcher of the policy of the government I am not in an authoritative position to say this, but I should say this for the sake of billions of people of this country-Its time for retrospection and the government better do it soon.
Let's not divert from the topic discussing futile government policies which I know very less, nevertheless I know they've failed.
Hatred-that's why i started the discussion.This single act of hatred had disrupted the otherwise normal and mostly happy lives of hundreds of people.Knowing that their life has been disarrayed by people who never knew them, people whom they never knew to even get hated by them is a feeling that is irritating and even more than that its a helpless situation.You don't know whom to blame.You start blaming the religion, the region of the people.It is strange, it is unexplainable...
Yes human life is like that, love hatred and remorse are emotions that fill their life.And as the theory of balanced forces says , everything should have a negative alter ego to balance it.Like darkness for light, satan for god, hell for heaven there should be hatred to show the worthiness of love in this world.
Brought up in a civilized environment,I might not have gone through what these so called terrorists, who are fighting a jihad against the non believers, against people who have taken over their land unjustly, against people who have done injustice to their fellow muslim brothers, might've gone through,but i certainly know and advocate that violence and hatred is not a solution, its only a slow method to end everything.
I haven't read the Holy Khuran.But with all due respect to the holy book , which I have heard from a muslim friend of mine as a guideline to respectful living, the wordings of which hav been contorted and twisted by men of different ages to their advantage.The emerging Islam extremism is just another evil interpretation of the ideas expressed in the book.
Coming back to hatred, yes someone who has lived his whole life without knowing love, bearing hatred and renounciation in every single stage of his life,its hard for him not to turn up into an extremist.Yes he's supposed to hate and despise everything that gave him a life like that.He feels he needs to terminate and hamper anything that put him in such a situation.But why does he think negatively?Why does he try to make the life of more people, who may be innocent, who may have done him ,not even wished him any harm, miserable?
Life is such a short beautiful gift from god.Why couldn't he make life better for one person rather than bring wrath upon hundreds?Instead of spreading the hatred among hundred why doesn't he make life easy for a bunch, he would get even greater happiness being a perpertrator of happiness than the harbinger of death and hatred.By helping one person and by making his life better he would not only be saving himself from the crime of killing many ,but also groom a generation with the sweet memories of love and not on the sourness of hatred that seems to spread everywhere.
Being brought up in a calm and quiet environment which had education as the chief priority and where there was no shortage of love or happiness, may be I am not qualified enough to talk about the minute nuances of terrorism and its effects and solution for it. But all the while ,I think I am eligeble to say that all this hatred wouldn't do the world any good.Evilness and hatred can never bring love and peace to the people who are looking for solutions for their problem.These haphazard actions are a series of blunders, that would only breed hatred and more hatred and nothing more.
I have always learnt to love , never to hate ,not even my enemy. Life hadn't brought to me all the hardships that might've been inflicted on many of the hapless victims of terrorism. But I feel for them ,their losses are like my losses. I appeal to the world to learn to love to live and let live. Let this world be ruled by love and compassion to the fellow beings in the years to come.I would be elated if my write up changed the life of atleast one person , who was in the path of destruction and hatred. Praying before the god for a better future to the world and bigger heart for the terrorists, I close my pen.
As I sit here in the chair reading forwards of the Mumbai spirit being held high, of life resuming as normal as ever the next day, i feel a lot of respect towards the people there.But i also see photographs in my newspaper ,of mutilate bodies, mangled compartments, of wives and mothers and children mourning over their losses,I contemplate... Will life be as normal as ever for them?will time heal the wounds?Will there be someone who will take the places of the lost ones. No, time won't heal the wounds, it will only reduce the pain , make feelings numb, make people accept the inevitable and live their new lives, without the loved ones, as Raj Kapoor said in his famous movie-"the show must go on".
There are a lot of things that need to be pondered over.This can be the 5th major attack on the country's security in 13 years, starting with the mumbai serial blasts and then the Akshardham,the Kaargil, the parliament.There are countless others ,which, fortunately didn't take as many lives .How well have the government controlled these forces.Are they helpless, tied up?
If we have a look at the other countries that have been affected by terrorism, The US ,UK, Israel...., they have all launched outright offensives, with the slightest ever provocation, on the so called perpetrators of terrorism.As in the case of India, our country has got sufficient evidence of where this dirtiness emanates from. Then ,why don't we take a proactive approach towards solving this?
Why does India look so helpless in the international scene.May be the country might've felt that being the leader of the sub-continent it should be the flagholder of peace in the region. If being what it has been till now has helped the country's cause in anyway I think the government should continue this.Being no great enthusiast or close watcher of the policy of the government I am not in an authoritative position to say this, but I should say this for the sake of billions of people of this country-Its time for retrospection and the government better do it soon.
Let's not divert from the topic discussing futile government policies which I know very less, nevertheless I know they've failed.
Hatred-that's why i started the discussion.This single act of hatred had disrupted the otherwise normal and mostly happy lives of hundreds of people.Knowing that their life has been disarrayed by people who never knew them, people whom they never knew to even get hated by them is a feeling that is irritating and even more than that its a helpless situation.You don't know whom to blame.You start blaming the religion, the region of the people.It is strange, it is unexplainable...
Yes human life is like that, love hatred and remorse are emotions that fill their life.And as the theory of balanced forces says , everything should have a negative alter ego to balance it.Like darkness for light, satan for god, hell for heaven there should be hatred to show the worthiness of love in this world.
Brought up in a civilized environment,I might not have gone through what these so called terrorists, who are fighting a jihad against the non believers, against people who have taken over their land unjustly, against people who have done injustice to their fellow muslim brothers, might've gone through,but i certainly know and advocate that violence and hatred is not a solution, its only a slow method to end everything.
I haven't read the Holy Khuran.But with all due respect to the holy book , which I have heard from a muslim friend of mine as a guideline to respectful living, the wordings of which hav been contorted and twisted by men of different ages to their advantage.The emerging Islam extremism is just another evil interpretation of the ideas expressed in the book.
Coming back to hatred, yes someone who has lived his whole life without knowing love, bearing hatred and renounciation in every single stage of his life,its hard for him not to turn up into an extremist.Yes he's supposed to hate and despise everything that gave him a life like that.He feels he needs to terminate and hamper anything that put him in such a situation.But why does he think negatively?Why does he try to make the life of more people, who may be innocent, who may have done him ,not even wished him any harm, miserable?
Life is such a short beautiful gift from god.Why couldn't he make life better for one person rather than bring wrath upon hundreds?Instead of spreading the hatred among hundred why doesn't he make life easy for a bunch, he would get even greater happiness being a perpertrator of happiness than the harbinger of death and hatred.By helping one person and by making his life better he would not only be saving himself from the crime of killing many ,but also groom a generation with the sweet memories of love and not on the sourness of hatred that seems to spread everywhere.
Being brought up in a calm and quiet environment which had education as the chief priority and where there was no shortage of love or happiness, may be I am not qualified enough to talk about the minute nuances of terrorism and its effects and solution for it. But all the while ,I think I am eligeble to say that all this hatred wouldn't do the world any good.Evilness and hatred can never bring love and peace to the people who are looking for solutions for their problem.These haphazard actions are a series of blunders, that would only breed hatred and more hatred and nothing more.
I have always learnt to love , never to hate ,not even my enemy. Life hadn't brought to me all the hardships that might've been inflicted on many of the hapless victims of terrorism. But I feel for them ,their losses are like my losses. I appeal to the world to learn to love to live and let live. Let this world be ruled by love and compassion to the fellow beings in the years to come.I would be elated if my write up changed the life of atleast one person , who was in the path of destruction and hatred. Praying before the god for a better future to the world and bigger heart for the terrorists, I close my pen.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Waiting for you
You told you'd always be with me
but i wanted you to be there just for me
you promised me a consoling word for my sagged spirit
but i wanted a lap to rest my heavy head on it
To get near you,i tried many a way
but you always go slipping away
though you were a dream that never got any nearer
haven't I told u ,there was none any dearer
You told me you wouldn't love me any less
all the while i was waiting for that immortal kiss
Waiting for your consent, my days go by
waiting will I be ,for eternity
waiting for you, my dear
waiting for you, forever...
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Tears from Heaven
In the garden of flowers, I stood
Dumbstruck by the colors of the flora
I felt as fresh as a kid
The scenic beauty lured me, so did the nature's aura
The sky got darker and the clouds saturated
The heavens broke loose with the mightiest roar ever heard
And then, unannounced, the first drop arrived
It splashed on my forehead and trickled down my facade
The feeling was never ever this divinely refreshing
The wind blew, bearing the sweet smell of wet earth
There never was a perfume with a fragrance more intoxicating
Than the eternal mixture earth and rain brings forth
There is no music ever more enticing
Than the water drops thumping on the leaves and puddles
And in such a beautiful weather, what can be more exciting
Than to sit with your loved one in cuddles...
Lost!!!
Thousand clocks ticked inside me
The day I revealed to you my love.
I feared the worst in your riposte
Oh please don't decline, please don't refuse
The dreams I wove are incomplete without you
Just like a painting sans color, but a few.
Accept me, quench my thirst with that obsessive smile
Give me the joy, live in my dreams for a while
Lost are my aims, drowned are my ambitions
Without you in the equations
Lost is my desire to enjoy life, to live;
Without you there to stand by me.
Lost, will I be forever and forever
Lost in this garden of life without you, my flower.
The day I revealed to you my love.
I feared the worst in your riposte
Oh please don't decline, please don't refuse
The dreams I wove are incomplete without you
Just like a painting sans color, but a few.
Accept me, quench my thirst with that obsessive smile
Give me the joy, live in my dreams for a while
Lost are my aims, drowned are my ambitions
Without you in the equations
Lost is my desire to enjoy life, to live;
Without you there to stand by me.
Lost, will I be forever and forever
Lost in this garden of life without you, my flower.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Infatuation?
That day, I would never forget
the day I saw those eyes ,so beautifully lit
the naughty breeze played with her lovely short tresses
her sweet smile would rid you of all your stresses
what more do I say? cupid's arrow had pierced my heart
it took my life apart
And what? I thought it was just infatuation.
like the dying fire on a hearth ,waiting resurrection
winters, summers, springs and autumns did their part
but the love was never adrift
the little fire is waiting right there for its day
where upon it would rise from the ashes and come to fray...
Loneliness
She crept on me like the darkness
drew out all the sanity and boldness
the child in me lamented in her clutches
her shadow, oh! it gives me shivers
it brought inside me all those fears
those were the days when i feared her much
though there were no reasons as such
and now here are the days i long for loneliness
it is a passion nowadays to spent time for the meaningless
never was this feeling so divine
but it always told me it was mine and just mine.
drew out all the sanity and boldness
the child in me lamented in her clutches
her shadow, oh! it gives me shivers
it brought inside me all those fears
those were the days when i feared her much
though there were no reasons as such
and now here are the days i long for loneliness
it is a passion nowadays to spent time for the meaningless
never was this feeling so divine
but it always told me it was mine and just mine.
Retrospection
As i sit down in my comfortable chair infront of my LCD monitor computer, all courtesy infy, I look back into my past pondering over whether the complicated decisions taken after continuous discussion with more 'knowledgable' people about which direction should my education should go so that I attain a bright future has done anything good to me.
Coming from a middle class family, i was not as bright or as intelligent a student as most parents would want their son to be.But towards the end of my schooling i took up a particular interest for science subjects and started proving ,to my mother's surprise and moreover her extreme happiness that I can top the class too.
After lots of discussion it was decided that I should join a college near to my house(because my mom thought and rightfully so that her presence, to be rightly told her pestering, is the only thing that eggs me on to study) dumping all the high profile NITs and BITs ,Pilani.I started a fresh life at College of Engg., Trivandrum , joining the elite E&C Dept.17 years of schooling that too at the studies oriented Arya Central School, with all studies reading and TV at home had made me an introvert.I couldn't put four words into a line and talk into the face of anybody i didn't know.I was obese, grossly unattractive and unpresentable(though i have not become a John Abraham,i can confidently say i look better now).I planned to change all that in the four years that was ahead of me.
College life was the best life I ever had.Lots and lots of freedom, activities of all kind,great friends,beautiful girls ,cultural fests and so many more things. Life had taken a colorful turn. I found a way to indulge myself in everything and enjoy life to the fullest without falling into any bad habits.My core values never changed.Life was always a jolly ride but the ride was always guided by the single rule, that i wouldn't do anything that my conscience told me, was wrong.This rule seems to work really well and guided me properly thorough the whole of my life, atleast uptil now.
Meanwhile I had lost all my interests in E&C.I can blame it on umpteen reasons, like poor infrastructure, low graded instructors, outdated syllabus etc.But i won't ,because the main reason was that I barely had any interest in E&C when i joined CET.My education was decided by the tide called the trend of the time and not by my interests. I can't blame anybody for that , because i didn't have any particular opinion of what to do after schooling.
The way I shaped myself to break out of my introvert image had exploded into a situation which made me an extrovert. I had set my eyes on a management career. But by then my different activities and lack of interest towards studies had put me on a backfoot.I never could spent too much time, could never be dedicated the way I was to achieve my goals.Nevertheless i was never a whiner all the way. I decided I'd give it every bit till i reached a position where I can reap the fruits of my dreams.I follow one of my favorite sayings "I may not win always but my heart ain't that of a loser". Talking about favorite sayings one of my all time favs quotes is linked with the previous one. Its the last line of THE BOXER by Simon & Garfunkel. It goes this way:"He carries the mark of every glove that laid him or cut him, but the fighter still remains". Don't know why but i just love those sayings which motivate you to keep trying.Time flies over. Thats what most people say. So did my four beautiful college years.It was time for everyone to split up and go your way.The pain was always there, of splitting up with friends,but my forte was hiding my emotions, so I never gave it away. I remember seeing off my close pal Hari , who was all tears when he was about to board the plane to IIM-C.I made fun of him while he retorted that I had no emotions.Those are situations that you come across in your life.They have to be taken as they come to you.
One by one each and every one left, just like the falling leaves of a tree in autumn.I decided to join Infosys, though I had another offer too.This was the wisest decisions i had ever taken. Firstly, I got a lot more time to be at home as i had to join late in september, the last time I'd ever be at home for that long.But more importantly, I had my first ,I hope its not the last, taste of a world class training facility.You ask for anything,and they provide it there.
The hostels were the most luxurious and comfortable abodes that any institution can provide.Life was immersed in luxury.Being paid for attending training is not a bad option , i guess!!! The discipline, the cleanliness ,the atmosphere is such that it is not something that we find in any indian institution.If I start talking about Infosys, Mysore it'll make me write one more article.
But the best part I had in my life was I made a lot of friends, a lot more closer than anyone can ever become. I started to respect my relationships with my friends.I started to cherish each and every little friendship I had in my life.I lost no chance in remaining in contact with every single person who was valuable in my life.I started knowing the pain of being away from home and the best part of it was I grew accustomed to being away from home.
Training at Infosys was even more fun, interacting with people from different parts of india shape your behavioural patterns very much.I started having a more open outlook towards life.To speak out when I need to be, to express my love and hatred openly,to laugh and enjoy others successes and even to cry for others sorrows.Of course, I was influenced by my friends, old and new , in all these.
But all good things must come to an end, so did my luxurious life at Mysore. While i was sent to Chennai, some of my friends were posted elsewhere. I had to part with them, but life's like that.The two people whom I'd miss the most were Moksha , who had grown very close to me after coming to Infy and my dear room mate and buddy at Infy Praveen. SOme of the farewells ended in tears, though not on my side.
Then life took a new turn.Being at Chennai was completely different.My first metro life.Had a real taste why these cities were classified as metros, apart from considering the population.The buildings were huge and the roads are as wide as they can get.Life is fast there and people dont care aboutanyone else.People who say cities like Kochi must me made metro must have a look at Chennai ,which happens to be the smallest metro.
Life was not at all hectic at MCity, Chennai(that's the name of the location for the Chennai Mahindra city Industrial park).But it was great, travelling in the not so crowded but not so empty Electric train service to office, having those lengthy breakfast and even longer lunch sessions with friends.Most of my close friends were with me at Mcity.Ajith ,Deepthi, Jabir and then we had one more friend added into our group,,Ambily.Life is now so full of fun,with those great weekend trips to all places in the city.After coming here my life had become less hectic, giving me more time to read, hear music, and amazingly ,write!!!.People here know me as a poet now.A guy with no literary sense turning into a poet?Life is strange and unexplainable.Like i always say an idle mind is a devil's workshop and that's the only reason why I indulge in something or another when I get a lot of free time.Most of those works too turn up to be devilish.Some people i Know might've understood what I meant.Nevertheless they are somethings which helped me shoo away boredom and I never regret doing that.AS I sit in my cubicle in A-wing 2nd floor,SDB-1 of Infosys technologies limited, there arelots of activities going on around, both official and unofficial.People having coffee in groups.MLs dealing with client issues or talking with onsite contacts.My cubicle seems to be the quietest of all.Jerry as usual working on his mock project.Ambily ,again as always reading some e-book or watching videos, while I sit here with my newspapers lying around,tapping on my keyboard to somehow finish this off.I wait here for the next job to be assigned to me(what else can a software engineer wait for?).But all the while I hope for the next important turn in my life to happen.Hoping against all hopes, I'ds say.
Coming from a middle class family, i was not as bright or as intelligent a student as most parents would want their son to be.But towards the end of my schooling i took up a particular interest for science subjects and started proving ,to my mother's surprise and moreover her extreme happiness that I can top the class too.
After lots of discussion it was decided that I should join a college near to my house(because my mom thought and rightfully so that her presence, to be rightly told her pestering, is the only thing that eggs me on to study) dumping all the high profile NITs and BITs ,Pilani.I started a fresh life at College of Engg., Trivandrum , joining the elite E&C Dept.17 years of schooling that too at the studies oriented Arya Central School, with all studies reading and TV at home had made me an introvert.I couldn't put four words into a line and talk into the face of anybody i didn't know.I was obese, grossly unattractive and unpresentable(though i have not become a John Abraham,i can confidently say i look better now).I planned to change all that in the four years that was ahead of me.
College life was the best life I ever had.Lots and lots of freedom, activities of all kind,great friends,beautiful girls ,cultural fests and so many more things. Life had taken a colorful turn. I found a way to indulge myself in everything and enjoy life to the fullest without falling into any bad habits.My core values never changed.Life was always a jolly ride but the ride was always guided by the single rule, that i wouldn't do anything that my conscience told me, was wrong.This rule seems to work really well and guided me properly thorough the whole of my life, atleast uptil now.
Meanwhile I had lost all my interests in E&C.I can blame it on umpteen reasons, like poor infrastructure, low graded instructors, outdated syllabus etc.But i won't ,because the main reason was that I barely had any interest in E&C when i joined CET.My education was decided by the tide called the trend of the time and not by my interests. I can't blame anybody for that , because i didn't have any particular opinion of what to do after schooling.
The way I shaped myself to break out of my introvert image had exploded into a situation which made me an extrovert. I had set my eyes on a management career. But by then my different activities and lack of interest towards studies had put me on a backfoot.I never could spent too much time, could never be dedicated the way I was to achieve my goals.Nevertheless i was never a whiner all the way. I decided I'd give it every bit till i reached a position where I can reap the fruits of my dreams.I follow one of my favorite sayings "I may not win always but my heart ain't that of a loser". Talking about favorite sayings one of my all time favs quotes is linked with the previous one. Its the last line of THE BOXER by Simon & Garfunkel. It goes this way:"He carries the mark of every glove that laid him or cut him, but the fighter still remains". Don't know why but i just love those sayings which motivate you to keep trying.Time flies over. Thats what most people say. So did my four beautiful college years.It was time for everyone to split up and go your way.The pain was always there, of splitting up with friends,but my forte was hiding my emotions, so I never gave it away. I remember seeing off my close pal Hari , who was all tears when he was about to board the plane to IIM-C.I made fun of him while he retorted that I had no emotions.Those are situations that you come across in your life.They have to be taken as they come to you.
One by one each and every one left, just like the falling leaves of a tree in autumn.I decided to join Infosys, though I had another offer too.This was the wisest decisions i had ever taken. Firstly, I got a lot more time to be at home as i had to join late in september, the last time I'd ever be at home for that long.But more importantly, I had my first ,I hope its not the last, taste of a world class training facility.You ask for anything,and they provide it there.
The hostels were the most luxurious and comfortable abodes that any institution can provide.Life was immersed in luxury.Being paid for attending training is not a bad option , i guess!!! The discipline, the cleanliness ,the atmosphere is such that it is not something that we find in any indian institution.If I start talking about Infosys, Mysore it'll make me write one more article.
But the best part I had in my life was I made a lot of friends, a lot more closer than anyone can ever become. I started to respect my relationships with my friends.I started to cherish each and every little friendship I had in my life.I lost no chance in remaining in contact with every single person who was valuable in my life.I started knowing the pain of being away from home and the best part of it was I grew accustomed to being away from home.
Training at Infosys was even more fun, interacting with people from different parts of india shape your behavioural patterns very much.I started having a more open outlook towards life.To speak out when I need to be, to express my love and hatred openly,to laugh and enjoy others successes and even to cry for others sorrows.Of course, I was influenced by my friends, old and new , in all these.
But all good things must come to an end, so did my luxurious life at Mysore. While i was sent to Chennai, some of my friends were posted elsewhere. I had to part with them, but life's like that.The two people whom I'd miss the most were Moksha , who had grown very close to me after coming to Infy and my dear room mate and buddy at Infy Praveen. SOme of the farewells ended in tears, though not on my side.
Then life took a new turn.Being at Chennai was completely different.My first metro life.Had a real taste why these cities were classified as metros, apart from considering the population.The buildings were huge and the roads are as wide as they can get.Life is fast there and people dont care aboutanyone else.People who say cities like Kochi must me made metro must have a look at Chennai ,which happens to be the smallest metro.
Life was not at all hectic at MCity, Chennai(that's the name of the location for the Chennai Mahindra city Industrial park).But it was great, travelling in the not so crowded but not so empty Electric train service to office, having those lengthy breakfast and even longer lunch sessions with friends.Most of my close friends were with me at Mcity.Ajith ,Deepthi, Jabir and then we had one more friend added into our group,,Ambily.Life is now so full of fun,with those great weekend trips to all places in the city.After coming here my life had become less hectic, giving me more time to read, hear music, and amazingly ,write!!!.People here know me as a poet now.A guy with no literary sense turning into a poet?Life is strange and unexplainable.Like i always say an idle mind is a devil's workshop and that's the only reason why I indulge in something or another when I get a lot of free time.Most of those works too turn up to be devilish.Some people i Know might've understood what I meant.Nevertheless they are somethings which helped me shoo away boredom and I never regret doing that.AS I sit in my cubicle in A-wing 2nd floor,SDB-1 of Infosys technologies limited, there arelots of activities going on around, both official and unofficial.People having coffee in groups.MLs dealing with client issues or talking with onsite contacts.My cubicle seems to be the quietest of all.Jerry as usual working on his mock project.Ambily ,again as always reading some e-book or watching videos, while I sit here with my newspapers lying around,tapping on my keyboard to somehow finish this off.I wait here for the next job to be assigned to me(what else can a software engineer wait for?).But all the while I hope for the next important turn in my life to happen.Hoping against all hopes, I'ds say.
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