UDAAN – The flight of mind……………
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It's about the journey that one takes, the journey called life.
Bengaluru Airport Arrival Terminal (29th March 2010)
It's 01:00 AM, with stones on my eyelids, and an inapprehensible – Republic, by Plato – by my side, rejoicing a cappuccino at CCD Lounge (One of a kind, where you can take your luggage inside), I guess, I came across as a pseudo, which in a sense might be true. With three pretty girls sitting in front of you, giving you those timely gazes, I certainly won’t mind being ostentatious. Oh, you might be wondering what the hell he is doing here? Actually I am heading towards Mysore where I am supposed to report at Infosys Mysore campus. Hit by the recession (9 months delay), ours is the last batch to undergo training this financial year.
A Karnataka State Tourism kiosk in front of me stood emblematic to the fact, that I have made it to Mysore, alone. Now the question should be asked, that where are my fellow Infoscions from college and why I made this decision to travel alone? Answer to that could be as simple as ‘I am mad’ or could be a little philosophical in nature and intricate.
Flashback
Born and brought up in Chandigarh, I come from a very modest background. First person ever in my entire maternal and paternal ménage to turn out of family run businesses, I made it to an MNC. You might say ‘was it that difficult’? To that I would say ‘wasn’t that easy either’. Being an iconoclast from my puerility, I always damned the education system and has been victim of it as well. The worst hit came when my university felicitated me with two backlogs in run up to my Infosys assimilation. But then recession came to my rescue. I relished surfing on the crest of recession at a time when the whole World was drowning at the trough.
Bengaluru Airport Arrival Terminal (29th March 2010)
It's 01:00 AM, with stones on my eyelids, and an inapprehensible – Republic, by Plato – by my side, rejoicing a cappuccino at CCD Lounge (One of a kind, where you can take your luggage inside), I guess, I came across as a pseudo, which in a sense might be true. With three pretty girls sitting in front of you, giving you those timely gazes, I certainly won’t mind being ostentatious. Oh, you might be wondering what the hell he is doing here? Actually I am heading towards Mysore where I am supposed to report at Infosys Mysore campus. Hit by the recession (9 months delay), ours is the last batch to undergo training this financial year.
A Karnataka State Tourism kiosk in front of me stood emblematic to the fact, that I have made it to Mysore, alone. Now the question should be asked, that where are my fellow Infoscions from college and why I made this decision to travel alone? Answer to that could be as simple as ‘I am mad’ or could be a little philosophical in nature and intricate.
Flashback
Born and brought up in Chandigarh, I come from a very modest background. First person ever in my entire maternal and paternal ménage to turn out of family run businesses, I made it to an MNC. You might say ‘was it that difficult’? To that I would say ‘wasn’t that easy either’. Being an iconoclast from my puerility, I always damned the education system and has been victim of it as well. The worst hit came when my university felicitated me with two backlogs in run up to my Infosys assimilation. But then recession came to my rescue. I relished surfing on the crest of recession at a time when the whole World was drowning at the trough.
Friday, October 1, 2010
