A journey of an SDE from 5x7 to 12x18.. ha!

Sometimes it is weird how long one has to hold on to a 5x7 table in order to finally land up in his/her(u know i have no gender bias! :P) righteous cubicle, which no matter how scattered from your original place of belonging be, gives great pleasure to your proud feeling of belonging to an organisation. Though by that time you would have already fallen in love with the imperfections that existed in the previous workspace and the change seems to be an effortful task. Anyways, moving ahead, the next step that comes is that of customizing your 'space' so as to convey that 'it' belongs to you! But the irony is that the poor 'whiteboard' of other's becomes the victim of your creative ideas waiting to emerge out and shout to the universe. And then suddenly. out of the blue, comes a thought 'Are you still in sync with what you are expected to do as a proud owner of the cubicle?'. Well not really, but at times its not necessary to be what you are supposed to be! (ahh.. the philosophical bug again.. phew!) And hence, you carry on with 'your' stuff and once again lose the sense of the surroundings, just in time to bounce back and 'call it a day!' ........ciao!

Few friends, a JOB makes you go upside down! (ps: leaving@North India, and living South :P)

Strange, how a day comes and "orders" you that next part of your life will be spent some 2000 odd kms away, a place heard but not experienced before, though a wonderful place indeed! Thats how the life turned after the recruitment in a Bangalore-based MNC. The 'feel' was good, the 'spirits' were flowing :D, the runway lights were glowing, the mind was still knowing,while my feet were going, a hefty luggage i was towing when i realized that i've finally landed up here through the alien linguistic script which sounded annoying! (Anyways, i chill MAADI..)!

Initially, Bangalore for me started at Brigade Road(the place where i could be found for the most part), linked ahead by MG Road(the way that joined the other two) and finished around Richmond Road(thats the place i stayed initially).

The days were long, the roads were less travelled, the people were less known, and things were unheard. The days began on the roads and ended with head crashed in the bed. Sometimes people stuck a chord without any reason, at other times just fell apart and things were frozen.

Sooner than later, the visits to residency road increased, and with passing times rather than going there, you were taken there. The meaning of 'terrace' changed from the uneditable memories linked to the 2/6 'rooftop' to the routine lunches at 23 office.

And then the 30th of the first month came....// :D