On the top of the World

Blue sky, chirping birds, golden gleams of sunlight, cool breeze, a non-perennial water body, tens of telecommunication miniatures of the Eiffel Tower, domes of a temple, church and mosque (all at one sight) exhibiting sovereignty, green patches of moist land serving as the Eden Gardens to many Master Blasters in the making, distant horn of the Great Indian Railways, sailing colors of drying pyjamas and salwaars, an aunt in the neighborhood household exercising to stay fit and the house of my best friend in the very next lane.

I’m truly on the top of the world. I’m on my TERRACE :).

My bonding with this beautiful place began from my school days when my mom expects me to study for a minimum of 15 hours a day of which ten passed at school (But please don’t ask me if I studied at school. Lol). It was the remaining five hours that were a problem at the beginning, till I got on to the terrace one evening with my book. Ever since then, it had turned out to be a companion, a friend, a soul mate and a personal diary. What would one think if you keep talking to yourself all alone! That you have gone mad. Well, yes but not when you are in this place with a earphone playing the favorite song of yours. It knows everything about me from the half yearly exam I bunked in my twelfth standard staying back at my friend’s place watching the Final Destination series, my secret crushes, awkwardly odd fetish ness, the kind of affection I have for my family that even they don’t know, pre defined plans for life (though none has taken off) and the happy and sad moments encountered with my lady love. Most of all, it knows the real ME like no one else in this world have known or would.

Even today if I come home, it’s my assigned job to treat the crows every morning calling out, “ Ka. Ka “. I was so good at it that the crows eventually started coming without even me calling out but my mom says that I’m never supposed to serve them mute (I wouldn’t wonder if my neighbor says that he uses my tone as his alarm to wake up). The non-perennial water body that I mentioned above serves multiple purposes – play field, dhobi ghat (nope, not the Aamir Khan feature film), a place to dump domestic wastes and a water tub for buffalos. I even used to rehearse for my roles in plays and for oratorical competitions earning me a choice to add a good number of certificates to fill my 40 leaf file for placements (which I did). I’ve essayed several roles as an actor, singer, music director, film critic and sometimes a choreographer too which only my terrace knows (Good for the world, It doesn’t). I should mention that we have a lot of peacocks around my place, which would contribute some pride provided the poachers don’t deprive them by seizing their feathers. And not to forget the cat and dog play (at times, it is dog and dog play) which keeps me better entertained than WWE.

I remember a philosopher once being asked which was his favorite place on earth and he replied saying where ever he was. Well, I may not be so thoughtful as him but my mouth would effortlessly utter, “MY TERRACE”.

Entreprise de Reve

More than blogging, it’s to decide on what to blog that is difficult. I’ve been pondering over it for a while and since I’m nowhere near finding one, just thought I’d come out with some random thoughts. Firstly, I’ve been placed in CTS (BITians- read dream company). Since my teens, I have always thought that I was sure about what I wanted in life but it’s when the showtime is on that all the confusion on earth widens leading to chaos (pardon me if the usage is wrong, wanted to add that word in someplace irrespective of whether right or wrong). And the best decision at such moments is to go by the wind, to accept what life has to offer (I know it isn’t optimistic but it could work). I would love to share a few details on what a dream company means at BIT.

Ever since the day I joined college, the only company that I knew recruits in my campus is Cognizant (there are a few others but you can gladly term them ‘negligible’). And so came the final year, I could hear echoes all around sounding “When’s CTS coming?”, “Machan, teach me aps da.”, “They recruited so many in X college and so many in XX college.”, “You’ll anyways get through CTS, Gethuthaan”. The last one is a cliché on which hours are spent in order to otify someone (means make satirist remarks) when he unknowingly utters some word that the other doesn’t know. There is also something called post dinner session which aims at training grads to crack Cognizant’s HR round (our alma mater says cracking CAT isn’t our task, we leave those stuffs to our inferiors at the IITs). Well, I’m not totally against it as it aims at bringing everyone to a state of equality on a medium scale (the robin hood way).

While talking about lobbying, how can one possibly miss out mentioning Nira Radia ! The lobbyist here is our placement officer (read CTS campus coordinator), Dr Sankaran. There is one incident that could help you understand the whole case. We had an off campus recruitment by TVS at CIT, the day before Cognizant. And there was a so called motivation speech delivered by our beloved CEO (like in the corporate world) the day before TVS, where he hardly said anything but kept repeating the repeated phrase, “ again and again and again” (God knows what he meant!). Me and one of my classmate were out that time on the process of getting a bus booked for the next day (really a tiresome job in a college like ours, hundreds of signatures). That’s when Sankaran saw us and started yelling asking us to go attend the motivation talk and that TVS work could be done later (perhaps after everything is over).

I used to be astonished when I see books with the title reading, “How to become Ambani in 20 days?”. But now after seeing my roommates preparing day and night barring sleep from logical reasoning to self- introduction, I actually think it is possible that I’ve even ordered for a book titled “How to become Mallya in one night?” (hmmm, expensive affair though). I’m pretty sure that if an outsider had seen our college on the D-day with a thousand students file handed, he would easily have mistaken in for a modern fine tuned version of the Kumbhamela. Unlike Prathiba Patil and Prince Charles fighting to utter the words, “ Let the games begin “ at the CWG, here the decision was unanimous with Dr Sankaran saying “ Now I completely hand over the stage to Cognizant”. The way he said it, I was surprised he didn’t fall flat on the floor (Thank God).

Fine, no matter how the run was, now that the great looking HR hottie has welcomed me on board Cognizant, “All izz very very well”.