Resolution

Though I have 2 resolutions for this year in addendum, the blog is not about my resolutions. One question I asked myself, if resolution is the beginning for a change why always tagged to a new year’s day, why not Christmas or even July 4th?. That changed it all. I agree keeping up with a Resolution is a solid game, but certain aspects of it bring it down throughout this game. It’s about how this word is a jump starter when we lack the impetus to attain what we want or to control the overdone. The word that turns 30% into a new leaf every New Year, 30 % to fall back and end up never taking it again and 40 % adding it to their bucket list if left unfulfilled. I believe I fit just right into the 40 % with ten thousand on my count list. Except for this year, I trashed it all. I believe I will see to that my Focus is not pared and the purpose of it never dies even if day’s flies into years. Welcoming this year not making Resolution a fundamental deceit of time.

The Corporate War

It has always been a fist fight between managers and engineers. Prolonged denial of projects by management has become the tradition in corporate world. $$ decides whether prioritizing or dismissal of it. In spite of having folks who have inhabited years in my position put me in the hot spot to drag it to completion. All that was on my mind when I entered into the dimmed conference hall with the big heads seated, was not whether I can or cannot, but it was how and when. Optimistically I started off, with a good note and I found the response very approachable. Now it makes me wonder what made them approve. Is it a fresh face to the flock, a female or is it my individual approach. Well at this point just felt like I deserved a pat for myself .

Hate to say this but " Good bye to all and will miss all of you !!!"

With a Blink of my eye,
I stand here empty and hollow,
Hearing the echoes of mirth,
With different faces from past three years

Merciless time truly is a master
Turns my present to past
Cascaded emotions spread the warmth
Of my tear of farewell on my skin.

Good bye Friends, Good bye Syracuse
May the future awaits and destiny bind us again

Plans for my 1 week notice @ Work

1. Blog

2. Tweet sec by sec

3. Browse through high heel confidential ( to catch up on Indi fashion)

4. Pick my bubble where my boss cant spot me ( that should be laks cube )

5. Long lunches and breaks

6. Clean up my office for the next lucky #%@%


And last but not the least hugs and muah muah
A Final goodbye to the East
And a Big Yello to the West!! :

One liners about my friends

I dint wana tag my friends to the common traits fwded around and hence I created my own below
Anu - Pervasive Tyro
Divi – Blithe and carefree spirit
B- A mellow faced virile
Laks – Salient Lioness
Prassana – Dormant Influencer
Kiran – Candid debater
Yuvi - Ardent admirer
Anoop – Convincing arbitrator
Santa – Poignant scholar
Archu – Unprejudiced adviser

Last road trip along East Coast

Unsullied fall wind, meandering roads, roasted and butter dipped leaves camouflaging among the green mountains is a portrait that will never fade away from my memory. It is fascinating how nature is guileless and expressive through seasonal changes which decipher my ambiguity on creation. In retrospect, my thoughts vacillates back and forth through time with incessant and myriad of road trips that I have taken on this same route for the past 5 years. With a huge sigh this trip adds an end note to it. The faint silence I experienced during this trip was filled with mixed emotions, the love I had for the east and the animosity to let go few acquaintances. But as always, good times are remembered and hopefully welcome the better ones in future.

Thank u FG’s for making this trip special

Life lingers on a thin rope

News of departure leaves a heavy heart and especially the ones leaving from this world is quite saddening. So unfair that life’s intransigence to live a minute longer is destined by this figurative dressed in Black Robe. Metaphorically we are mere paramours longing to fulfill all our furtive desires before we are expelled from the stage. While reading William Shakespeare‘s “All worlds is a stage” in my 8th grade which describes entrances and exits of players, I dint realize there are few who have short roles to play , the few who never get to experience their second childhood as in the poem. RIP to all those who left us early with loaded memoirs.