The beginning of an end….
May 31st, 2006
6:00AM
….The early morning temple chants suggest that it is already morning….The eyes open…dreamily suggesting that the dream be let to continue...but then the sweet cacophony of the ambience suggests that it’s a little late than morning…The face of the project manager flashes across the face…lalit, see tomorrow may be your last day, but do come at time…try to make it by 9:15 max…and not 10 as you have a made a habit….
Gosh…have to rush…
7:00 AM
As I rush into the washroom with the brush dangling from my mouth…dad says ….do make it a point to shave today… I want my boy to look smart in the last day at his office…
7:30 AM
Open the Tap…put on the foam…put the battery of the razor on…shave…think…what does one wear to his last day at office…?Black? Nah…that’s too formal…white/off white…nah…That’s too out dated…Red?...Red? I mean… how could you just think Red..?
Well that is what has been your philosophy…to do things what people can’t even think of doing…so the red short shirt it is…Life’s a party…as they say…and I rock…(as I think !!)
8:30 AM
Life at 95 Kmph…How does it feel? When you feel the wind hitting your eyelids with all its might…tears trickle down….the wind doesn’t allow the tears even to fall down. They dry down even before falling…even if a stray dog comes now suddenly,it’s either him or you…or maybe no one…guess the helmet should now be taken out of the rear lock and be put to use in a more appropriate place…
Shit ….but today is the last day and have to make it by 9:15,The PM’s dialogue is still ringing in your ears…
9:15 AM
Morning Amit…
”Morning , good that you made it on time today at least…“The boss says…”You remember about the last two KT’s right? Please give them in the first half today…as you will remain busy in the second half with your separation related activities…”…….Will be done boss…!!!
10:30 AM
The KT’s are FINALLY over…
Write the last day mails first…the first one, a hardcore official mail, to the client…where please stay in touch…actually means…TO GET LOST…was sent to the client managers…The next one to all collegues..Friends inside and outside infy proclaiming that finally you are done, and this is going to be the last mail from this id..And they need to update their outlooks with the new personal mail id was sent…..and then suddenly…you get transported to the past….
Circa September 9th, 2003
The answer of almost all the puzzles seem to be right…this is it…this is my day…I will get my fair share of the sun today…but suddenly the disappointment of TCS flashes hard …The face of the interviewers …laughing mockingly ever since…stare at you…they are making fun at you…
“The result will be put up on the notice board at around 3, they have announced” says a friend and you come back to your senses…too much is at stake…The image of the misfit had taken quite a beating after the TCS fiasco…Infy it has to be…which shall redeem me….
The rush around the notice board is too much…the same notice board where they had put the results of TCS on…You shudder even at the thought of going near it….The placement committee volunteers(comprising of guys who had already made the cut in TCS..) put up the list of the people who have made it to infosys in the notice board…junta swarms like bees around honey….the knees go weak…what is this..? the legs refuse to move towards it….suddenly some one shouts…Sulalit Das….Sulalit Das has made it…Anguish…fear…The release of all the pain…unbridled joy…how do you express all these emotions at one go?...but the logical mind refuses to accept that something good could actually happen…The rush around the notice board finally disperses….people are finally moving on…some are headed for the nearest bar…some are calling up their parents/boy friends/girl friends ….some are crying…some are dejected…some are laughing with confidence…as if they knew all along..that they were the chosen ones…You see the notice board….Yeah...there it is… Sulalit Das…Finally you are there…
The first job….
The first celebratory drinks…
The first AC travel on your own money….
The first salary…
The first investment on your own money…
The first gift you give to your kid brother…
The first stay in a five star hotel…
The first time you throw a booze party without actually caring a shit about the bill…..
The first t-shirt you buy on your own…
There are many such firsts….
11:30 AM
…..All these firsts flash before your eyes as you press the send button on your last day mail…The mail box is swarmed with All the best messages in no time…
shit….It’s almost lunch time…the HR lady is still not at her desk…you just hope that not much of those goddamn separation related activities are left….call up your project mate…have to move for the last lunch…at UMA…The hideous getaway of the celebrated BHU-infoscions….
12:00 Noon
The HR calls up….have to attend an exit interview…before leaving…fix it up at 4:30…have quite a few things to say!!!
1:00 AM to 4:00 PM
All those people…all you friends who had been your life the past two years…The canteen vendor with whom you had struck such a chord with…the old school mates you had met at Infy…book your time as if you are going to get beheaded today..and these are the last few moments they want to share with you…phew…never felt so important all my life…Thousands of phone calls…The orkut scraps book’s even moving at a fast pace…
coffee with some…ice creams with others…burgers with still others…the stomach will have to bear the burnt of the last day too…
5:00 AM
“you know what, you have at least given us some thing to ponder over…your HR says…no one points out so many faults with his project/manager in one interview…”
But this is what I feel maa’m…
All your pain...all your anguish is again brought to life…this is what infy made me feel…but still...i am headed for an IIT...and hence…no complaints…life IS beautiful!!
7:30 AM
The final strolls with the closest of your friends are over…The phone has stopped buzzing…you head back to your cubicle…read all the last mails in the inbox…
Go to start menu….Turn Off the Computer…one final time…
Some one else will sit in the cushioned chair soon…some one else will use his login credentials in the PC soon…the telephone extensions will be assigned to some one else soon… you are history…for ever…
Amit…That’s it….I am leaving…..Amit and Subashish stand up…as you leave…they are clapping…you don’t have the courage to look back…one final time….
As you reach the bike stand some one is shouting from the behind…Lalit…Lalit…It’s your project mate…The guy who spoke so less that you had started doubting his ability of speech…but I hardly ever had talked to this guy…”Life’s never going to be the same, after you Lalit..he says…I don’t feel good…about you leaving ….I feel as if I am left lonely …”..his eyes are moist…..
You say nothing…you just huddle together in a warm hug…..
put the key in the bike…kick start the monster..The engine roars…you get out of the main gate….never to turn back ever again…
The bike’s cruising along at 30 Kmph….Warm drops of tears start dropping out of your eye lids…it’s not the wind this time…it’s the damn project mate …he did this to you….
It starts to rain….This time also the tears are unable to fall down…water meets water….
The beginning has ended….
The end has begun!!
6:00AM
….The early morning temple chants suggest that it is already morning….The eyes open…dreamily suggesting that the dream be let to continue...but then the sweet cacophony of the ambience suggests that it’s a little late than morning…The face of the project manager flashes across the face…lalit, see tomorrow may be your last day, but do come at time…try to make it by 9:15 max…and not 10 as you have a made a habit….
Gosh…have to rush…
7:00 AM
As I rush into the washroom with the brush dangling from my mouth…dad says ….do make it a point to shave today… I want my boy to look smart in the last day at his office…
7:30 AM
Open the Tap…put on the foam…put the battery of the razor on…shave…think…what does one wear to his last day at office…?Black? Nah…that’s too formal…white/off white…nah…That’s too out dated…Red?...Red? I mean… how could you just think Red..?
Well that is what has been your philosophy…to do things what people can’t even think of doing…so the red short shirt it is…Life’s a party…as they say…and I rock…(as I think !!)
8:30 AM
Life at 95 Kmph…How does it feel? When you feel the wind hitting your eyelids with all its might…tears trickle down….the wind doesn’t allow the tears even to fall down. They dry down even before falling…even if a stray dog comes now suddenly,it’s either him or you…or maybe no one…guess the helmet should now be taken out of the rear lock and be put to use in a more appropriate place…
Shit ….but today is the last day and have to make it by 9:15,The PM’s dialogue is still ringing in your ears…
9:15 AM
Morning Amit…
”Morning , good that you made it on time today at least…“The boss says…”You remember about the last two KT’s right? Please give them in the first half today…as you will remain busy in the second half with your separation related activities…”…….Will be done boss…!!!
10:30 AM
The KT’s are FINALLY over…
Write the last day mails first…the first one, a hardcore official mail, to the client…where please stay in touch…actually means…TO GET LOST…was sent to the client managers…The next one to all collegues..Friends inside and outside infy proclaiming that finally you are done, and this is going to be the last mail from this id..And they need to update their outlooks with the new personal mail id was sent…..and then suddenly…you get transported to the past….
Circa September 9th, 2003
The answer of almost all the puzzles seem to be right…this is it…this is my day…I will get my fair share of the sun today…but suddenly the disappointment of TCS flashes hard …The face of the interviewers …laughing mockingly ever since…stare at you…they are making fun at you…
“The result will be put up on the notice board at around 3, they have announced” says a friend and you come back to your senses…too much is at stake…The image of the misfit had taken quite a beating after the TCS fiasco…Infy it has to be…which shall redeem me….
The rush around the notice board is too much…the same notice board where they had put the results of TCS on…You shudder even at the thought of going near it….The placement committee volunteers(comprising of guys who had already made the cut in TCS..) put up the list of the people who have made it to infosys in the notice board…junta swarms like bees around honey….the knees go weak…what is this..? the legs refuse to move towards it….suddenly some one shouts…Sulalit Das….Sulalit Das has made it…Anguish…fear…The release of all the pain…unbridled joy…how do you express all these emotions at one go?...but the logical mind refuses to accept that something good could actually happen…The rush around the notice board finally disperses….people are finally moving on…some are headed for the nearest bar…some are calling up their parents/boy friends/girl friends ….some are crying…some are dejected…some are laughing with confidence…as if they knew all along..that they were the chosen ones…You see the notice board….Yeah...there it is… Sulalit Das…Finally you are there…
The first job….
The first celebratory drinks…
The first AC travel on your own money….
The first salary…
The first investment on your own money…
The first gift you give to your kid brother…
The first stay in a five star hotel…
The first time you throw a booze party without actually caring a shit about the bill…..
The first t-shirt you buy on your own…
There are many such firsts….
11:30 AM
…..All these firsts flash before your eyes as you press the send button on your last day mail…The mail box is swarmed with All the best messages in no time…
shit….It’s almost lunch time…the HR lady is still not at her desk…you just hope that not much of those goddamn separation related activities are left….call up your project mate…have to move for the last lunch…at UMA…The hideous getaway of the celebrated BHU-infoscions….
12:00 Noon
The HR calls up….have to attend an exit interview…before leaving…fix it up at 4:30…have quite a few things to say!!!
1:00 AM to 4:00 PM
All those people…all you friends who had been your life the past two years…The canteen vendor with whom you had struck such a chord with…the old school mates you had met at Infy…book your time as if you are going to get beheaded today..and these are the last few moments they want to share with you…phew…never felt so important all my life…Thousands of phone calls…The orkut scraps book’s even moving at a fast pace…
coffee with some…ice creams with others…burgers with still others…the stomach will have to bear the burnt of the last day too…
5:00 AM
“you know what, you have at least given us some thing to ponder over…your HR says…no one points out so many faults with his project/manager in one interview…”
But this is what I feel maa’m…
All your pain...all your anguish is again brought to life…this is what infy made me feel…but still...i am headed for an IIT...and hence…no complaints…life IS beautiful!!
7:30 AM
The final strolls with the closest of your friends are over…The phone has stopped buzzing…you head back to your cubicle…read all the last mails in the inbox…
Go to start menu….Turn Off the Computer…one final time…
Some one else will sit in the cushioned chair soon…some one else will use his login credentials in the PC soon…the telephone extensions will be assigned to some one else soon… you are history…for ever…
Amit…That’s it….I am leaving…..Amit and Subashish stand up…as you leave…they are clapping…you don’t have the courage to look back…one final time….
As you reach the bike stand some one is shouting from the behind…Lalit…Lalit…It’s your project mate…The guy who spoke so less that you had started doubting his ability of speech…but I hardly ever had talked to this guy…”Life’s never going to be the same, after you Lalit..he says…I don’t feel good…about you leaving ….I feel as if I am left lonely …”..his eyes are moist…..
You say nothing…you just huddle together in a warm hug…..
put the key in the bike…kick start the monster..The engine roars…you get out of the main gate….never to turn back ever again…
The bike’s cruising along at 30 Kmph….Warm drops of tears start dropping out of your eye lids…it’s not the wind this time…it’s the damn project mate …he did this to you….
It starts to rain….This time also the tears are unable to fall down…water meets water….
The beginning has ended….
The end has begun!!
posted by Perfect Misfit at 11:44 PM
4 Bouquets/brickbats!!
