Random Thoughts

Well

Its more than a year to the day since many of us got our marching orders to various places round the country...in some of our cases only to be booted of some place else...or back to where we came from...looking back....the wild haggling for a swap seems like madness...but its all done and burried.

This day last year was the last day of training for many of us...remember that we found out that it was Pusalkar's birthday and some of us Infy ppl ended up running around the campus trying to catch him and give him bumps...come to think of it...did we?

So its one year of being a full fledged "Professional"....now what does it feel like?

To me...nothing...no sense of accomplishing anything...just plodded along doing just about what needs to be done when the time came. All the talk of meeting life head on and similar crap just seems to be a load of bull. I really dont think that I am any different from what I was a year back....the same old slightly peeved slightly uncertain wierdo from Bombay

The next year begins....lets see whats in store for us....for atleast two it seems to be starting off rather well.....

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Dont know....but think this fits in here....

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, Thought I'd something more to say.

(c) Pink Floyd

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I know....probably not what most people wanted to read the first thing in the morning...but what the hell...

And no...I dont have suicidal tendencies....

A few more pics from Bangalore this time around here