Revisiting those 30 days (v1.1)

Now some story...

Neurons@Work

So with all the good things being done, now it’s time for some ‘me-time’.
This entire year was varyingly sized. At times it was sonic paced, and there were surely times when time was just not a 4-letter word, it felt like an epic in itself. Humongous mix of feverish engagements to daunting loafing; jinxed normalcy to absolute fun in the most cutting crisis, it was a wavy mix and just as gorgeous as such tresses would be.
But while departing with all these, there was a frenzied revelation: a realisation of the existence of parallel universe.
This wasn’t the first time I was transitioning, but doing it alone, yepp. Till this day transitions were a collective course. So the exchanges were balanced all the ways round. But this time it was a bit qualified.
I doing the packing, in my baggage loaded with string of experiences of varied sorts.
Experiencing encounters with diverse personae. This reserve facade that I own, it was quite a deal coming across such broad spectrum of people, diversified in all fashion. But work, they say, its one ice-breaker. And it was as well. There can be a million more things, counting them won’t do any justice for sure.
But then this day as I count back my days of moving ahead, I’m very impressed by this phrase moving out. Because when we move ahead, it might be the geography we’re parting with, the physical proximity we might be diminishing, but then there’s always that bit which keeps on adding to our part of the universe. This ‘our part of universe’ that I keep on blabbering, is a plagiarised concept... should thank Mr Coelho. But it certainly holds a peculiar strength of undeniable truth in it.
Those 30 days that are playing with my neurons, they exemplified the understanding of the experiences I had in the bygone couple of years. Strangely enough, when I was asked if I was leaving TCS, there was a pang. Surely not for the idea of not being a TCSer anymore, but may be because I never wanted to miss out on any part of that existence of mine. Forbidden Fruit Syndrome, as they say.



Hahh!! Seems like a whole lot of denial....
2 b contd... ;)

Revisiting those 30 days...

Retrospective it is, commencing as ‘Keeda Blogger’ for a daily update (which lasted for merely two days) to pondering and muted thinking; this finally is an apt time to finally garble around with my new-new keypad.
Extending my part of the universe to a new dimension, there’s a clutter of thoughts, a big one, to rethink of all those times, but without puking a mess a quick note of thanks... Admittedly, it’s way too late for the same, but then it never feels bad to express pleasure.
So counting back, here I begin:


Day 30
Cheers!!!
Hahh! That indeed was a funny moment when I was trying to make fun out of things saying ‘It was a pleasure being in this team’ n stuff. Crap it wasn’t, but creepy, for sure. Guess I’m just a bit more poised with pen. ;)
Regardless of that, gratitude I did felt might be for the strangest reasons. A very big THANKS to each one of you. 
And I’ve my reasons for the same. Being a part of the team was a mere process, if not this one, some other for sure... ‘t was meant to be. But here I found a peculiar dynamics of acceptance of collaborative growth. It might not be utopian, but it’s really rare to see the entire set of colleagues being a part of your transition journey in good spirits.
Honestly, I wasn’t sure on how to let on my scores and the entire process going further in the workplace. There certainly were myriad prejudices clouding around, but then commodious it was made.
Making a work-study balance was my part, but I really appreciate the kind of optimistic detachment I experienced from the work front. That is something I would desire in the places I go, and to all of us. To acknowledge, that was a great support, blessing in disguise indeed.

Thanks for all of it!!! 

P.S. The Coffee Day treat is due on me 


Day 1 to All
To the ‘Friends’ it is...
It began with a clutter of on-boarded colleagues all in their own world, and those worlds conflated on cafeteria tables... ‘A lot can happen over coffee’ as they say. True it is.
From the expansive herd to the CoffeeTable, there was a lot amidst. From coffee to cocktail, a journey of giggles and cribbing, of crushes and their disasters, of bands and the brownies and the most consistent of all, weighing needles and weddings... 
Probably it’s only when we part ways that we realise, how intertwined certain things become to your MO.
This is a course in continuum, or so we expect, and better kept unspoken for the better of it.

To the beauty of it... Cheers!!! 


Day 0 to All
To the ‘Buds’ it is...
Beginning with a single one at BIA, summer of ’12 it was. The crew has been growing since, and it has been a delight, without doubt.
There’s hell lot of stuff around... I can wrap an epic for that. The 1.3 kg on my top would overheat and a lot more mess involved... nobody is ready to invite, I’m sure.
This is funny, the closer you are, more you lack for words.
You were that set of people whom I would love-to-hate-to-love or hate-to-love-to-hate. Perplexing it sounds, but there’s a whole lot of emotion flowing in, that alone is more than required, I suppose 
To the successful and mostly dumped plans and to the revelry of it all... Cheers!!! 