When I am having fun or am engaged in too many things it becomes difficult to break through the huge barrier of my lethargy and move the muscles to actually write something. The bother to my writing neurons in the left side and creative ones on the right side was also too much .So here is a small thank you note to both sides for playing along. This won’t be long and so you can go back to your aimless wanderings through my past, future and maybe present as and when your whims so desire.
Bangalore was awesome, both in the absolute sense and to a degree due to the base effect. My certain not so great experiences last time, mostly with respect to basic survival and human needs, had put a sort of an apprehension in my mind. Anyways I can state that barring the traffic/pollution/ PG Accommodation all was well. Especially the Auto situation seems to have improved.
The best thing was the company of some of my best friends’ .Thus all the drudgery associated with your Job is nullified over the weekend (Well technically I just had the Sunday, Yeah Sales Job: What to do) It was as green and beautiful as always and I can officially declare that Bangalore is the greenest Big City in India.
Plus I can never ever thank the city (and Mysore) enough for changing the course of my Career. Whenever I used to pass by Baldwin Boy’s School the (now) sweet memories of writing CAT 2008, after that hilarious and awkward incident which just about annihilated my chances of even writing the exam, came gushing in. Not only my career but certain higher and for me more important callings in Life. Thanks for taking me in and treating me well :)
Move over to Bijapur where I am writing this post while staring at the funnily colored but cheerful orange wall of my room. To me all small towns in India look and feel the same. So move over regionalists, this is my country and my people. I am as comfortable here as I would be in Sitapur.
The best part is that I actually am on the road (in a rickety Bus) for more than 60% of my Office Hours. And I love it. Maybe it is the weather which is not as great as Bangalore but becomes pleasant often enough to make me smile. Or the sheer joy it is to look at Bright sunflower fields in full bloom smiling back at me. Today it was the corn and sugarcane fields which radiated hope and prosperity. Crossing over the River Krishna reminds me of my childhood drives to Ghaghra River from Lucknow. The coconut and palm trees, irrigation canals, sporadic showers, blinding white Dhoti Kurta attire of villagers , birds flying across the green hills … It all adds to the magic!!!
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Location : Central Hyderabad
The city looked so much like Lucknow as i zigzagged through the rowdy Hyderabad morning traffic sitting on the back of my sales officer's bike. My 1st day making sales calls and i could not have asked for a better weather.
The best thing was the use of Hindi , albeit mixed with telegu and the typical Hyderabad accent which took some time to get used to. So a 'nahi' becomes a 'nakka' here. Also the address of retailers as 'anna', 'seth'.
The high point of the day was when we discussed the 'Snake' which had landed at my SO's home while sipping on hot yet amazingly refreshing Irani lemon and mint tea.It's apparently a common sight in the locality where he lives near osmania university which is shrouded by vegetation.
The snake charmers do brisk business charging 200 Rs for each catch and then pocketing the allowance given by the forest department to bring in the catch or by eating/skinning the snake. The latter seems more like a conspiracy theory as suggested by a retailer. But you never know , India was considered the snake charmer's land for nothing.
Yeah, my journey in sales has begun.It's back to Karnataka after 2.5 years. I hope this stint proves as fruitful and lucky for me as the last one which practically changed the entire course of my life.
P.S: The food is awesome here, specially paradise biryani :)
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Today, i felt the coolness palpable in the air. Also i noticed that a few rooms in the dorms had the ceiling fans turned off. I guess the signs are on the wall . But by what i know ,winters in
Ahmedabad are nothing compared to the ones i have had the pleasure( or displeasure
brrr... ) of experiencing in Delhi/
Noida/Lucknow.
I guess i will have to start the yearly ritual of putting out warm clothes and blankets in the sun. I have not exactly enjoyed winters but they have their own charm. Like the pleasure of cuddling in the Rajai with a nice book and a coffee or walks on roads wrapped in low hanging fog.
It also reminds me of a few cherished memories like studying through the chilly nights in my hostel trying to complete the 5 units of syllabus for the semester exam the next day . Going with the hostel gang in auto/bus to sit for the paper or with manish on his scooter/bike. Last minute cramming and revisions standing in the bone numbing cold outside the center, then trying to warm hands so as to put down all the globe on the answer sheets.
Or going to school on my cycle in the fog with my blazer pockets filled with dry fruits given by mummy. The morning drills by the sports teacher to prepare for the annual day . Sitting or playing football in the sun with friends. Setting up bonfires from wood and dry leaves of the guava trees in my home and studying for tests which immediately followed the winter vacations.
Memories are all i possess and thank god they are all beautiful.
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