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30 days shall take me far from here

In another 30 days from this moment, I would have left my home, my birthplace, my country and most importantly my family. I might be wondering on the streets, possibly dallying in the exotic stores or probably slogging in the kitchen to cook a not-so-delectable breakfast; whatever it might be, nostalgia would have occupied most of me – but certainly shall not be schmaltz. Few days and living amidst a hectic schedule would ease things a little. Although I’m not very excited at this moment to move in with Uncle Sam as I had had been a decade ago, but I can’t miss this opportunity to pursue my goals studying at a revering university.

Initially I had 4 Sundays in July to finish accumulating my stuff. Now I’ve decided to not work on Saturdays and concentrate more on myself. As per calculations I can work with half of my efficiency and still manage. On the contrary, two of the precious days have already passed by and talk about efficiency – that has gone to the dogs. I could only manage to buy a bag for myself. Now since I have the body, I just need to fit in the soul within. And onto it, the extraordinary effort that I’m putting onto my current project has been quashed by the presumptuous Mr. Bonam – reminding me of being deported to my hometown to spend an extra month with my beloved family rather than to work on an assignment. Only the aura of Bonam in the 21st century could commensurate the following of Lord Krishna during the Mahabharata; gosh mightily gracious man. Few days back I ripped off a guy Rao, a non-techie snob who expected miracles within twinkling of an eye. Would have given this “Cheers-Folk” a dose of the same medicine, but you can’t always rumble too often, can u? Something that I sought to avoid at this delicate situation. Moreover, the positive that I get out of it is to have very little responsibility of delivering the goods and I readily accept favors with both hands. With deadlines around the corner and nobody available to handle the crunch situation, the task looks real monstrous and I feel so haughty and great about myself – a feeling one seldom experiences at Infy. By saving a few bucks he would certainly be tapping his back thereby enhancing the project margins, but they’ll be shaken when lightening strucks and will hardly have time to respond.

Meanwhile, I am quietly praying for the dollar to depreciate and our own desi currency to appreciate manifolds, for a few weeks atleast; so that I could buy dollars cheaply and sustain myself in the bling-bling LA. I am getting anxious about my first few days at LA. Whether or not I would be over-excited in the city of angels but certainly relieved of not being any Infoscion anymore. Even un-wantingly I’d like to recollect about another hilarious part of being an Infoscion. No matter what part of the country you go to and introduce yourself, a question suddenly pops up – “One of my known ones Mr/Ms XYZ too works with Infosys. Do you know him?” C’mon dude, the population at Infosys has crossed hundred thousand with centers across six different cities. It’s no more an organization with a few geniuses working at Koramangala in Bangalore (their first ever office). One good thing that has happened to me in the last year is the Infy's Toshiba laptop. It’s made me a total addict to blogging, orkutting and movies. Trying to interpret the American accent, although I’ve been quoted of being phony and ostentatious. The blame passes over to the beautiful accent instructor at the call centre- who’s each and every sermon is still remembered by heart. All this is gonna be completely out of mind after these 30 days. I am trying hard to reconnect and recollect with the past and keep besides the good memories to bring back the cheer in the distantland, and the bad ones as well to sway off from reincarnating disaster. And I have enough support and blessings to be cool and composed and concentrate on what matters most – Studies!

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