Homeward Bound!!!!

14 08 2007
August 11th
Me landed home after a 2 month break. Home began to feel less like home. It’s begun to feel more like an obligation.I was invited for the TeK Music inaugarals, the club I headed in my final year in college.

I left that night knowing for sure…, I never belonged there. but the memories will forever remain. Of all those midnight practice sessions. Of waking up at 6 with the bass line buzzing in my head, taking a quick shower only to head straight to F-301, to pick my bass guitar, switch on the tape and play to the song.

I must confess, I never felt part of the group. Now after XL, after knowing all the possibilities. I know I’ll never get back. Definitely no, not for the music. but like i said, for the friends….

I was dying to get back to Bangalore….. to home. I’m beginning to love the freedom. It may come in the form of a sprouted Aloo lying in the vegetable tray in the kitchen …but yeah….its…

“that little place called Neverland …. where the world around you ceases to exist……wheres its just you and your dreams….”

So like i was saying .. back to job descriptions.

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Bangalore ahoy !!!

2 04 2007
The next chapter of my life moves to Bangalore. Will begin work soon in an HR consultancy there.. but before all this, need to zero in on the den.Bangalore is one of those places where finding a home is as easy as pie, courtesy the insane number of software professionals working there. I’ll hit bangalore sometime this week hoping to find a 3 bhk apartment, fully furnished somewhere near Frazer town for around 15k.

“Dude, I have one for now for around 17k.”

“17K!!!!! thats a little too much, don’t you think??”

“But split 2 ways??”

“Hmmm… fair enough, considering we can afford to spend so much now”

“Cooke town, Puravankara, swimming pool, Tennis court and the likes”

“Go on.. .its sounding better now”

“3 kms to where u work and 5 kms to my office”

“Can we keep a labrador? A black one?”

“Who takes it for the poo poo? and worse… what if it does it all over the room”

“What about a day care centre for the puppy?”

“Hmmm.. worth a look. There should be one right? considering its Bangalore”

“Forget that. What about the maid?”

“I’ll bring a chottu from Mirzapur. He’ll stay alright”

“Mirzapur??? In bangalore, There is a system of a cook coming in the morning to get your grub ready.”

“Theek hai. So I tell mom to stop looking for chottu??”

“Thats like almost 2 lakhs in advance. We don’t have that much money. We’ll get a CLA from the company. Don’t worry!!! Trust me, I’ve lived in Blore for 4 years before XL”

“Chup be…the old man paid for it then.”

“4 bedroom penthouse in malleswaram for 12k.. those were the rates back then. It could not have gone much higher…..”

Will know soon…meanwhile, I’ll continue plotting the way to office on google maps.

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To Home with Love…

26 10 2005

Right now I am sitting in front of my comp in Room No 132, GH3, XLRI School of Management. Multitude of thoughts running through my head. “Fight the fear, life is bigger than all the tiny failures……..…still”
There are things out there beyond the thought process. There is God; there is the multitude of angels, constantly being sent out to carry out his mysterious deeds. Then there is family.
The day is a Wednesday. Its placement season here. I have applied to almost all companies that have hit the campus. The whole day’s been scary. Shortlist after shortlist hitting the notice boards, none carrying my appellation. I expected to make it to a few, some of them really low on my pecking order (List of choices). The falls really shaken me…
I remember my last year in college, when I was placed in the first company that hit campus. Never did I realise the pain which the others who were yet to get placed went through. The pain of not getting into a company for a long time. The pain of facing rejections day after day. The doubts running through your head. The wild speculations. People all around talking of facing interviews and you not even being given the ticket to watch it. Joining a conversation to only realise later that you have nothing to contribute. Sitting alone in your room contemplating. Looking at people make the whole process seem like Childs play. Wondering what went wrong on ur side.

I have been going through something similar today. You smile on the outside, but inside it stings, stings sharp. Every word is thought over twice. Other people wary of hurting my ego, watching their words. Why the change overnight? Should I even have applied to these companies?
Then you get the call….. Home. “Why do u sound so worried?” ”Everything will turn out alright” “We’ll pray for you”….. There are times that one gets so full of himself that when he hits the trough…he finds himself all alone. Bless u dad for being when I most needed you…. Bless u mom for being that angel from god, bless u bro for cutting out the jungle in front of me….bless u Joe for making me feel responsible… and Varkeychaya…. Keep doing the Tango!

Goodbye sweet home Coimbatore city !!

25 05 2005
Will be leaving coimbatore in about two weeks. Quite a depressing thought to entertain. waiting for the huge wave of memories to hit me. Coimbatore was life. May you always grow this slow. Let not the world chase you down the busy boulevard of dreams. You always had the answer. You made my day for 22 years.
There are so many more to follow in these same rugged sidewalks. I ‘ve loved every crack in them. Can say they will love it too. Cause perfection rarely creates memories. And these memories are one I’ll treasure for a long time to come. The midnight walks. The Under-tree-outside-house conferences, forest college, Sweet Saibaba colony ! Every nook, every corner, a piece of me. A part so sweet to leave behind.
Will keep coming back to you. To relive these great memories and take with me some more. So here’s to coimbatore city, my world for 22 years. Here’s to you, to stay the same, to keep telling the world, “Yeah? It can be like this too !!!”