Death, the great leveller

Death, it is often said, is a great leveller. For, this strikes everyone regardless of caste, creed, and economic status. It is not known how many feel the same, but every time a funeral procession passes by my way, the feeling of nothingness overwhelms me.

Its a throb in the heart, the throb turns to pain of overwhelming guilty on the realisation that life finally comes to a nought, regardless of one's achievement and stature. The pursuit of materialistic pleasure has benumbed the subtler qualities of humanity - benevolence, fortitude, and sense of justice.

Hasn't enlightenment always shone on us in retrospect after tragedies have struck us up close and personal, rather than in foresight. Haven't we realised something or some one's worth only after we have lost it.

Its my fond hope and prayer that I don't lose the subtler qualities in me as I pursue my materialistic dream. I want to die a good human being, better than merely dying as a successful one.

First day, first show, and jinxed

After a four-day break, I entered the gargantuan building, a day after Diwali and frakly, was quite lost in the sea of humanity.

Day 1 began with an elaborate form-filling session that lasted nearly half-a-day. The forms mainly pertained to my address, name and umpteen other details, except my sun sign and proof of birth. I had about 25 forms to fill, each of them asking the same type of questions in different manner. I felt like a school kid who has been punished to write a 20-page imposition for bad behavior.

The first day was great, I had improved my handwriting after years of not putting pen to paper. I found that I had to work out of a smaller office that was closer to home than this office (what a relief!). Day 2 started off ignominiously after I found that I had neither been assigned with a workstation or a computer. So I waited...

Day 3 began with work trickling in from my team lead, but my computer gave way while I was half way through with my work. After frantic calls and waiting for nearly 4 hours, I got to know that a replacement machine would not be made available for me and that I would have to wait for tech guys to set right hardware issues in my comp. So, the wait continues...

Monday morning I hope to see the light of the day. Wish me luck!

Saying Goodbyes

Saying goodbyes can never be easy, even if it is to your office colleagues. Well, I just did that last week when I quit my organization to join an multi-national company. I left my former organization, hoping for better pay, better growth and better work experience. True, in the process I have had to let go of my dear team members.

I have shared some of my best moments with this bunch of youngsters, working with them, laughing with them, and, of course, giving vent to my frustration. I will sorely miss all the fun and work I had with them.

The new job does give you the initial high, so does the brand name, the money. But, then I guess will never probably get the warmth of my pals and ex-colleagues. How I wish we could all work together again in my new organization. Just a fond hope....