Good Times!

Before I start telling you all about what good happened in the last two days, I must inform you that this is going to be a looooong post. Ever since I have become aware of the fact that many readers do read my blog and stop by to ask about few things I didn’t completely express, I become conscious about my writings. I do care for all my lovely readers and when you finish reading this post, you’ll get a watermelon. This post is not a verbose (or is it?), so say goodbye to your dictionary for few minutes because you will not be needing one.

By now, you must have noticed that my presence in office completely shadows the little time I spend outside. I always complain that being in a big city like Bengaluru and still not hitting the road or hitting anything for that matter. But by now, I have figured out that the only solution to this problem is MAKING TIME. Everything that I have done here are my Firsts. Prior to my graduation day, I received a mail from my department inviting me for the occasion. I replied them a day before the event which is purely unprofessional but buttressing my behavior during the college days. Coming late to class with a stupid excuse or submitting assignments after being warned that marks will be reduced.

On 11th September, Friday, I left the office with my college friends who are working in the same company. We had booked a ride in Uber because yeah, we’re earning. When we got inside the car, I was expecting a boys’ talk which would be usually about stuffs that revolve around girls. I was surprised when no one said anything about girls. We talked only about work, Bangalore, IT industry and other things but not about one thing that runs in every guy’s mind. It was pretty clear that our mutual association had just relegated from being friends to being colleagues.

Just the feeling of knowing in 2 hours I’ll be in mandya had brought in front of me a short film of what I did in four years. Many of my friends had reached early and were waiting for me to begin the “Boy Stuff”. The place for the “Boy Stuff” was my room where I previously stayed and written a blog about (Read about it here). Everyone cheered as I entered the room. It took me few minutes to get adjusted to the changes made inside. All my footballer’s posters were removed, all my batman quotes were covered with program codes to “Insert an element at a given position”.  The new guy understood my shock and said “Anna, I still have Alia and Arjun’s Poster from 2 States”.  It was a moo point.

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I sat down accepting that it’s not my king’s landing anymore. Then, we began doing “The Boy Stuff”. My juniors from CS were the first victims of what I had become after doing “The Boy Stuff”. They were eager to get out of the college and start working. If only they knew what’s out there beyond the wall I thought. I had been through all of it. Books laying with unfolded clothes, laptops for copying assignments, asking seniors how a teachers sets a paper and corrects it. Now I was answering them. My harangue continued till 12 and by now they were tired. I joined my friends again and we talked till 3.

The Graduation Day!

My phone had 3 missed calls already from my mom. She called me and said “The program is about to start, we are here and where are you”. “Calm down mom, it won’t start until I come” I said but this joke didn’t work. I had invited my mom because she had never seen my college and I badly wanted to show her where I completed the BE. I dressed up and left the hostel and it was first time that didn’t care which was the class at 10:30.

The function had just started and I entered with a gown, a square academic cap, a white formal shirt with black trousers. Without a doubt, they added extra 5 pounds to my fluffiness. Before I could speak with her, a volunteer instructed me to sit in the chairs that were placed for “Computer Science and Engineering” students. As I sat there, the first thing I did was, look around searching for Nefertiti. A bad name for my crush but hey Nefertiti is so damn beautiful. I searched and searched and she was nowhere to be found. The speeches had begun and the stage was filled with delegates and guests. Two years ago, she had danced on the same stage, two years ago, she was on the same stage wearing an ethnic dress. All images of her, just rushed in a flash. (Read about it here)

Then just like how it happens in movies, she walked beside me with her indescribable smile. The noises from speakers seemed to go mute, all faces disappeared except hers. I was shying away from all possible eye contacts with her so that she wouldn’t notice me seeing her. It came to me as a shock to see her sit just two seats in front of me. My friends tickled, kicked my legs, and started teasing with bits of humor. I ignored them and kept all my concentration at the only rose in the garden. She did her part by turning back and talking to her friends in intervals and I have to believe that she did it that so I could see her clearly.  She had only gotten prettier ever since she left college. I thought of all the ways I could’ve tried to spill the words out when I went to the same class as she did. What held me back and why couldn’t do or dare to say a thing. She sat there like a nucleus and everything revolved around her. One of them was myself.

A message popped up in my phone from a very close friend who was sitting just behind her. It said “she is showing us – her new crush. He looks so good”. WTFH? Is it like some hold and wait deadlock condition I studied in operating systems?. I acted as if I knew it was coming. Not everything you want, you can get. I was less bothered because I was reaching for someone out of my league. I sat there just thinking about the present, her eyes and how good it felt just to be there. Then I heard the guest of honor saying “Dream Big”. I was confused but it all passed. When the photo session begun, my friend called her to take a pic with us. I stood beside her and after 4 nice clicks which I will forever have in my gallery, she disappeared. Sorry if you felt like this was a Om Shanti Om story. What good is this post if she doesn’t even read this?

My mom was very happy that day and I will ask how she felt when I go home. I introduced my friends to her. My little brother was about to get a bicycle as a gift from my first salary, so my parents left early to Mysore. After that, I took a lot of photos, talked to many of them. I collected my degree certificate and officially became Alumni of PESCE. The college had given me everything, a job and degree. I’ll forever be grateful to my college. The day was long and weary, at the same time – a day I will remember forever.

Here’s the watermelon I promised.

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The Work-Life Compendium.

One month sailing the “IT” ship, I wonder how stupidly I was upbeat about working. I had left college thinking that at some point, I’ll be not be flipping the pages of a book anymore but instead, scrolling down a PDF. Even before I could contemplate whether I was ready to work or not, a Lenovo ThinkCentre desktop was facing towards me with an erotic message “Press CTRL+ALT+DEL to unlock this computer”. I landed my chin on my hands and thought is this what I will be doing for the rest of my life.

It all started when I entered the Dystopia. For a 9 floor building with more than thousand employees, I heard nothing except my own footsteps. People were busy with their work and those who weren’t, were waiting for lift to come down, reading newspapers or filling their water bottles. The names on their ID card didn’t reflect on their faces. The doors had “PUSH” or “PULL” instead of “WELCOME”. I was taken aback by the strange silence and the cold air as I picked a seat in the auditorium.

It was almost clear that everyone had spent thousands on buying formal wear. The sight of fake smiles and handshakes was highly loathsome for me, but I had no other choices than doing the same. For the next two days I had learned that the most conversations had the same lines repeated over time intervals with different people. Here are few I encounter.

“Hey, had breakfast? What did you have for Breakfast?” No, I’m a plant. I’ll wait till the sun is out. Photosynthesis karna hai.

“Coming for tea?”

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No, I’m waiting for tea to come to me.

“Hey, where you going for lunch?” Hospital.

“How was your day? What did you do?” Tap, Type, Talk.

And the “One mustn’t stop making other miserable” type of question – “What did you do in the weekend?”

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Laptop, Mobile, TV, Chicken, Pillow, Peace.

The last working day of the week was Friday and by now I had made few friends to whom I can High Five and with few I can make dirty jokes. This Friday was a very big day for all of us. The results of who will be assigned to which Factions was ready to be announced. Java (the brainy) and Database (the intellectuals) were among the preferred choices of all. Till now, the plot of my life in IT was just like the movie DIVERGENT. But unlike the movie, before I dropped my blood to Java which I had thought was the best suited faction for me , someone from the Abnegation (HR Dept), grabbed my hand and pushed me into Quality Assurance Department.

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Out of all the roads I could’ve trodden, I had stepped onto the one less traveled. I was not alone. There was another amiable stroller whose was sweating just as me. The Saturday and Sunday were full of remorse. I could not concentrate on anything. Sometimes you get fixated on something and you don’t even know why?

Fast Forward. >>

Life goes on. The alarm I set, wakes my roommates instead of me. 7:30am is when my day begins. I leave my PG at 8:30 and for the next one hour, I curse the Silk board traffic. I swipe in at 9:30. For studying CS like no other, MS office, word, excel, PowerPoint, Lync and Outlook, await me and give a complementary hug every day. BB1-8F-182 is my cubicle where I make love with my keyboard and mouse. My effulgence slowly dims down at every passing hour and I become forlorn at the end of the day. My phones will have few missed calls and some conversations saying “you’ve changed” or “you must busy these days”. I cannot explain them my situation without glorifying the word BUSY. When I come back, the only thing I want to do is sleep as soon as I can.

This is pretty much how life has become now.