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The closest octagon

This entry is dedicated (sounds mourning, isn’t it); or rather written to honor my closest and dearest chums at Infy. Don’t exactly know where to begin from. But I would like to reincarnate the memories of Hyderabad. Remember the day when we got news of our postings after an extended training at Infosys Mysore. The fairytale starts with a bus ride from Mysore to Hyderabad. A fleet of approx 80 Finaclites, all filled with joy of clearing their compre’s; stepping into their professional careers. I was completely ignorant that a tenth of them would glue together so amazingly that their lives would be entwined in a manner that the threads would always mingle with the present; wherever future takes them and whatever the past impinges upon. The stay at the Woodbridge hotel culminated in moving into our new apartment. Three new folks from different regions, best buddies from college days. I was completely new to their company and not being a hosteller my entire life, brought in varying perspectives and attitudes. I was not used to share my undies but living with ex-hostellers taught me all (apart from this weird little thing mentioned; that was just an exaggeration to spice up the story). But the time spent with them made those years so affectionable and now are an indelible imprint upon my memories.

Apart from us we had three BSI’s as we would affectionately term them. But my goodness, bloody sweet creatures. And a delhi’ite; just like me. Weird, cranky, uptown; an alter ego – yet full of life and godly gracious. It was difficult to handle such differentiating tinges but it made the mosaic brighter and rosy. Life gave me live sermons that I always wish to keep by side, when I’m up or when I’m bedside – anger management, people management or resource management; all available in plenty to discover and muster. Cooking together, a walk on the terrace beneath the moonlit sky, chit-chatting late nights – damn good lifestyle; and expectedly getting up late and running to catch the last bus – pretty frustrating indeed. Little money and meager salaries, yet so much fun and so little worries. Living, loving, lambasting or lampooning; you can’t bring back the same emotions altogether anytime in your life and experience them all at one go.

Slowly and steadily, people started moving out – a chasm created that appeared beyond repairs. But life moved on and took some pace after an elapse in time. Everybody spread across different locations, feared by the thought of not being able to reconnect or rekindle in many ways. But whatever path we chose or whichever destination we headed, we were summoned together to a common junction at some point in time to share a moment of nostalgia and take a toast to our friendship and celebrate the moment of joy that life intermittently gives you – sometimes deficient and aplenty at others. At this point in time no two of them are together, seeing each other daily or rather greeting in a fortnight. But somewhere within; all of us proud of the times we shared and the togetherness that glued us together for so many years. Although we’ve made the exits, but we’re all so proud and devoted to each other that no matter what we do or where we ascend to, a sad and lonely moment would remind us of the cheerful memories of yore and that’ll bring back a sweet grin – a spark that would ignite the surroundings and bring back the cheer in life.

Comments

Akshay Kumar said…
Kake ji, I am overwhelmed not only by the impeccable choice of words but also by the emotions wrapped around them..no wonder it makes me feel all the more lonely here. Anyways, the humbling feeling of being associated with such gems (you are of-course topping the list) supersedes any sorrow in my heart!
Yo Vidya said…
Kake!! I have just one word to say - truly "AMAZING"!! I'm trying to control my tears yaar...but in vain... a sense of nostalgia is setting in and i have absolutely no regrets about it :)
Anonymous said…
As long as I have known you, this is something really wonderful to read. This shows how intellectual you've grown over the years..Keep it up...Its a wonderful piece of writing. To be able to express the feelings from inside your heart in beautiful words..is a blessing..and you've got tons of it..for sure!!God bless the writer in you! Wish you tons of success in life ahead...Looking forward to read more from you!
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