materialistic philosophy, Stroke of time

Redeem and Rebuilt

Not so long ago, I used to write blogs more frequently. Not so long ago, the website that I am using to write this looked pretty different. Only a month and a half ago, I was in the city that broke me and humbled me. A city where I met my first love and had my first break up. A break-up that seemed more like an act of mercy than any phase of heartbreak. A city where I dreamt of being an entrepreneur and saw me built a hasty retreat to job life. A city that saw me get fit enough to run a marathon and saw me unfit enough for my doctor to tell me to leave my job. Bangalore gave me the best of times and worst of times but it broke my spirit and me unhealthy and poor but wise.  I needed to rescue myself. Rather timidly, I just wanted to get out of the city.

I started looking for jobs. I got a few great opportunities but broken me did not want to walk through the streets of my failure. Having spent the bulk of my professional life in startups, I was no longer fit to work in larger organizations. Botched two-three interviews and then started applying to all countries of the globe. I even applied to exotic countries not know for their tech prowess. In the state that I was, I felt I need to come to startup capital of the world “SFO” or Israel. The way VISA works, it was easier said than done but I had gone well past the realm of giving a damn.

I took a contract position with a startup as a consultant with a possibility of converting to full-time employment if an O visa came through. In a months time, the job offer came through contingent on visa approval. After a three-month VISA process, greatly helped by the press coverage of zoomo, the VISA came through. VISA interview was really funny, I had to go to Chennai to get my VISA stamped. First time I went there the CM died and the consulate declared a holiday.The next time I found myself in the middle of a cyclone.

On 16th January, I was ready to leave home for foreign shores for the very first time. Twenty odd hours later, I was in SFO. Ever since I left Dibrugarh, I have lived in Delhi, Kharagpur, Chennai, Hyderabad and Bangalore but I always missed my old home. I missed the rains, the muddy roads and most of all I missed the clean air and tasty water. I missed walking up to see a tea garden, every day of my life. But SFO was different. It was a city with clean air, beautiful trees, beautiful houses and lovely weather. There are many things to like about the city, the road by the ocean, the walk across the streets and the lovely smell of the pine trees. I  love the smell of the pine trees, I really love the smell of the pine trees, I really really and truly love the smell of the pine trees. I love the run on the road by the ocean, I love the trek to the nearby hills.

I was pleasantly surprised to see people on the roads so polite. Even the dogs are very different from back home. I have run on the roads quite a few times sharing space with dogs and never have I been ever chased once. It took me quite a while to get adjusted to not react to the presence of dogs while running. In the month and a half here, I have been to a few other cities but nothing compares to this city. To top it all, I have got my health back and my sugar levels are back to normal, lost two inches and love with the work I do.

 

In many ways, I am now living a dream which I had never dreamt.

When engulfed by stress and external circumstances, it is easy to lose faith in everything. A  year after the dark days of my life, I have started to take things more lightly. I am now only interested in completing bucket list items. I have jumped from a building, ran 21kms without any reason, went to Vegas and walked one whole day alone on the strip. Life has been really good to me in this distant land that I call home.

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Stroke of time

Times Change

The time to say goodbye has come for my sojourn at IITKGP. Many people blessed with the kind of friends I had had here would be tempted to use the catchphrase “best days of my life”. I would like to add the word “almost” to this catchphrase.My best days were the days of class 11 and 12 at DPS VK. In no small reason for the kind of friends I enjoyed there. Over the years I had lost touch with them.I have been playing catchup with them for sometime. This month I met my roommate for two years pp or prajwal pradhan as his birth certificate would like to say. He was in Bangalore. He was in job. The only thing remained the same was his lack of beard and my five year old t shirt. The guy who bid adieu to dps hostel by being dubbed as gizmo guy was wearing semi formals. Black leather shoes, semi formal shirt, trousers. Never in my soberest dreams did i envision pp like that.

Another shocker was my other roomie rambo aka Abhishek Raman. I used to terrorize him by threatening to sit on him as he used to pull my leg over my north east flaboured hindi.Five years down the line he has put on twenty kgs i have reduced 20. This nullifies the forty kg advantaged I once had over him.

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