So I find out that blogger isn't blocked in office, and I, who doesn't even write a diary regularly, transform into a blogger overnight. And it isn't exactly that I don't have other ways of killing time in office, it's just that no matter how many ways you have, you always crave to find more.
Well, now that I'm here, let me take this opportunity to share a bit of my experiences of the 10-month stay at this place. Surat. I've never lived at a single place for more than 4 years, but Gujarat was still unexplored land for me. I was really excited to begin my career just 100 kms away from the place where my father first started working almost 30 years back. (And I will admit within parenthesis that that song "Dil le gayi kudi Gujarat di.." by Jasbeer Jassi also kept hovering over my mind during my first train journey to this place, though I'm forced to omit the later experiences in this regard.).
So when I finally arrived with my friend and asked for keys, the reception guy, after going through the list of names, gave a broad smile to my friend and said, "You've got the master bedroom, the A room." As it turned out, I got a C room and when I asked what it meant, he looked this way and that and replied, "Err...come let me show you the rooms." (C room is basically the H in a 2-BHK flat, which in short means that I was royally screwed.).
I expected the HR department to consume my first 2 days, and then the work that would make my life hell. But the HR guys took a week, and by grace of God (if He exists), the work never came. (Paradoxically, my work experience certificate still fills a complete A4 sheet.). In the next couple of months, for the first time in life, it really dawned on me that I actually love to work, and work hard. But there wasn't any! So my life basically turned into going to office, sitting idle, pondering over life, coming back, passing time chatting with friends and going out to restaurants. I still hadn't figured out if I was happy doing all that. But then IT happened. My roommate left the job, and I was left alone in a 2-BHK flat. Days became longer. Solitude lead to introspection and within a week I found myself engrossed in DI/Quant stuff. The vigil that started thus in beginning of August somehow lasted till the end. There were moments of frustration when life seemed too hectic, too futile. But all is well that ends well. I don't know what the future holds for me now, but I know I will survive, no matter what.
Well, I've heard that it's nice to end a piece with a quote. So I choose the one that has been etched on my psyche, and keeps me going. As said by Forrest Gump's mother on her deathbed, "I happen to believe that you make your own destiny, you have to do the best with what God gave you."
Well, I've heard that it's nice to end a piece with a quote. So I choose the one that has been etched on my psyche, and keeps me going. As said by Forrest Gump's mother on her deathbed, "I happen to believe that you make your own destiny, you have to do the best with what God gave you."
