Year of grace

Its been a year now.Seems like only yesterday when i boarded the train to Trivndrum(to attend a training before joining the company).My parents were at the station to send me off and i could see a drop of tear waiting to run down my mom's cheek,like i was going to fight a battle on the war front.I embarked upon a new career(sounds good huh!!).All u guys must be wondering as to why i write so much about my work.Though i dont passionately love my work,i dont despise it either.Its given me what i demand the most,a great deal of reverence.My neighbours look upto me ;).Kids(apparently not) come to me for advice on colleges and career options.Most of all the liberty--perfect liberty--to think,feel and do just as i please,simply because i draw a decent salary(i earn a good deal,good enuf to give pocket money to my lil sisters).Its been a decent one year,and am not ecstatic and all and this is blog is by no means a commemoration to it. I just happen to remember this,thanks to my sister who was bent on celebrating this day.

Though it has not been an awesome year,i loved the days at trivandrum.I simply loved it.The stay at hostel,the weekend trips to the some of the most beautiful places i have ever seen,the late night conversations... It was like living college life again.It was a great congregation of a large number of people from various parts of india(i met a guy from jammu).We were about 1200 students(???) under one roof. Too many very talended(born to be software engineers) and good looking people.Kerala is the place to be,i loved kovalam beach the most.Allepey was super and so was ponmudi.Highlights of the place -lush greenery,awesome weather and the sweet mallu accent.

I forgot to mention some very interesting anectodes(atleast i consider them interesting).I was initially very apprehensive about sharing the same hostel room with this gal whom i had met the first day in college and had never quiet spoken to till the last day,though we were in the same class all along..She thought of me as a haughty,intractable person who would not talk to people like her(now what does that mean? no idea).Believe me,we turned out to be best buddies at the end of the training period.Classes were so much fun.We would hide behind computers and play tic tac toe or discuss about stock market :P.

I had a huge crush on this guy at ILP,whose name i would not mention here,and i never quiet got a chance to tell him that ;) ... Its an old and forgotten story now.So lovely were the days that i will never quiet forget them.I had expected an extention of the good days,which apparently were not as good.Though i keep saying,i dislike my work,its what i am and i am so because i am worth it.I am happy partly because my parents are happier and my sisters are proud of me and i can buy gifts for my frens who do not earn and i can buy stuff i like and not trouble dad too much,because i have come to understand what responsibilities are and how to handle them,because i have come to terms with the fact that i am a s/w engineer and i must live with it.

This blog is dedicated to my dearest fren whoz at banglore,one at chicago,one in chennai whoze birthday i missed :(, to all my colleagues ,my ILP room mate who seem to have forgotten that i exist,Trivandram :) ,and to jyotsna the software engineer.


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