Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Memoirs of Bachelorhood

Don’t get me wrong ’cause am still in the same phase of life. Delightful bachelorhood. Where responsibilities are important but not crucial and when we have the freedom to do, if I may, whatever we want. I have and still am enjoying my days as a bachelor. And since I am in a new city I have virtually all the freedom I ever need. Yesterday my friends and I went to Lonavala… a hill station nearby. Huh! Hill station. Saw many hills but other than that I dint get any feel of it. The sun beating down relentlessly on us. Ruthless, right from the very beginning. We reached the place and took a ride to a nearby spot. I don’t remember the name nor was there anything cool to see. Except for the view of the valley which was breath taking. Finally something to raise my spirits… a tattoo shop. Been searching for it since leaving my home. Of course ’twas a temp one. I decided to go ahead with it. It started off pretty well. A chain on my right bicep. After an hour I was still sitting there in the sun and the guy was painstakingly tattooing my arm. Finally done. I had to let it dry. Patience is a virtue. Not for me. Left the place with my sleeves up.

My arm on my friend’s shoulder I walked in the sun to let it dry. Finally satisfied that it had dried up I rolled down my sleeves. Then I let the adventurer in me take charge. As we walked down the highway we saw a steep hill by the side of it. Finally I got the chance to use my shoes to the fullest. It might seem a little silly but while buying my Woodland shoes I had hoped to go trekking at least once. The view from the top was just breath taking. Celebrated our victory with a few screams and a few clicks.

Trekking… tattooing… some of the few things that only a young adult bachelor would dare to do. Ok leave trekking…tattooing should fit that list. And still many more to come. Many many more….

Monday, October 27, 2008

The Transition

Yes I got my call… finally. The doors of Cap Gemini finally opened. Excited, overwhelmed… out of time. Got just 2 weeks to prepare. And out of that, a week gone in Bangalore. I had booked the ticket for one final visit to the place where the “gang” relocated. I also had to fulfill my promise I took the last time I went there. “I’ll be back”, I said… with more money. And yes I went and also with more money. The trip was just wonderful. Yes it lived up to my expectations. We did all that we had planned to do. I am not going into the details ‘cause they are unnecessary and not meant to be disclosed.

After many final goodbyes I boarded the train to Pune. Got a new friend on board. Even the details of that are unnecessary… or maybe I’ll disclose them at a later point of time. Where was I? Yes the train to Pune. The train was punctual… little too punctual… we reached 00:45 hrs. We had to spend the time in the station… until the sun rose. Then we went to our lodging… a wonderful hotel. The next day I saw the result of the test, GD and interview I took almost a year ago. I was not disappointed at all. A sprawling castle like structure on top of a hill. WOW!!! The cool chill of AC breezed through my face as I entered the building. This feeling was something that would get only too common in the days to come. After all the formalities were completed we got our chance to roam around and see what would be our provider for years to come.

Had to search hard for our home…but what came at last was much higher than what I had ever dreamed of. 3 weeks have passed and now I am totally settled and loving it in Pune. “Mechanical” is my life during weekdays and waste is my life during weekends. Nevertheless I love what I am now. But those moments that I get alone I think about my past. My glorious moments with friends…others not so glorious. That night rides in the pillion…those visits to school…those strolls in the football field. My school….my friends… my home… Yes I do miss them… this is my period of transition… maybe the toughest time ever in my life. Just a glimpse of things to come maybe… away from family and friends, forging new relationships in the way.