Rain washed city and a rain kissed soul...

And how smoothly they glided down , down the smooth glass pane , knocking against the pane while falling , awakening the MPHASIS MACHINISTS to the beauty outside their window pane ... and how the tall brick giants oozed up the rain , with frantic pigeons running atop all around in search of shelter .
An open gate , a lone watchman under a huge black umbrella , a lone dog shaking the rain off its coat , three auto rickshaws with their yellow canopies and the straight well mowed road of Bagmane - all bound by the same thread of nature , soaked up to their very roots in the rain .
Employees taking a break from their daily tic-tacking chore over the keyboard , leaving their desks and cubicles moving towards the breakout area . The roaring of the coffee machine , sips into the hot coffee cups and all eyes turned to the window panes - a 10 minute rendezvous with the rain , trying to catch some real refreshment for the soul.
As for me , my first view of the wet Bangalorian skyline , feelings penned down .The view freezed , locked and sealed in my mind's eye to be cherished later in some " not feeling good " moment , when the city would not seem as fresh and beautiful to me and this is how I would like to remember this scene to be - AN AFTERNOON OF A MOIST DIWALI EVE.

yet miles to go before I sleep

From the shady green coconut canopies to the high-rise buildings of a yet not-so- familiar city...feelings , thoughts , hopes , anticipations and aspirations brought along with all the other baggages , packed haphazardly in mind.First day at office…staring wide-eyed at the 9-floored building of Laurel Facilities, taking in the atmosphere of professionalism around. So many strangers in a lift waiting to reach their destination , silent , thoughtful , tied but by one bond “ The MphasiS tag “.
The formal introductions and redirections to the concerned department.Finally landing up on the 5th floor of Laurel Facilities and being introduced to the project and some team members. First step into the cafeteria the same deafening din but somewhat different from the cafeteria at MLA , not because everything is more costly but because everything has a “professional” feel to it.Then returning to lodge to the empty room , to the empty bed , the tv switched on to some familiar channel but the mind loitering on a not so familiar feeling… “ LONELINESS “ .Words of a familiar song throbbing in mind – “ and I walk alone “ .
New city , new hopes , new career , new aspirations … cut , cut , cut … replaced by “ LONELINESS “. Put in other words the first step to being “ INDEPENDENT “ may be.

In solitude and silence...

It is 3.35 am and I am all alone in my hostel room blogging.I look out of my window to see the dark shadowlines of the mangalorian landscape merging into the darkness of the sky and somehow I am reminded of my home Kolkata though far from my window but probably closer to me than ever before through my mind's eye.Kolkata sharing the same night sky,having a similar landscape resembling this similar view.It has been more than a month here and as the days go by I feel nostalgic.I miss the hustle and bustle of my busy college days' mornings,those familiar faces brightening my mornings each day,those ever-greeting classrooms,the comfort of my table and chair before semester nights,the feel of the evening wind rustling through the leaves around lake view road,the sounds of cutlery and laughter creating some enchanting din @ Grub Club.I miss the familiar sight of Ma in the prayer room, I miss the way I used to watch Didibhai sleeping,I miss the sight of Bapi returning from bazaar carrying bags full of eatables and essentials.I miss the feel of walking beside someone for hours on end blissfully unaware of the world around chatting and laughing over the silliest p.j.s.I carry them all with me now, memories like sugar candies which leave behind a sweet taste and yet instills a craving for more sweetness, an unrequited urge to run back to those very feelings, sights and sounds.But alas some things once done cannot be undone like some decisions taken carve some entirely different routes.So here am I walking on such a route that I consciously chose which was all smooth and straight awhile ago but has somehow become thorny and winding now making me trip as I go now.But all the times I trip and fall I always have this feeling that I am not falling in vain,when the pain gets irrestible and when my vision blurs even in the darkest of times I realize that this is just His way of nudging me out of my cocoon and this is my way of growing up.Hope this metamorphosis gives me beautiful wings one day till then keeping my fingers crossed and when the pain seems intolerable taking some pain killers in the name of "blogging". Adieu.