P.S: This Blog eventually turned out to be a bit personal,
shared names from my life which you all might not know. So, Please bear with
me. Bhawnaao ko samjho dost.
Time is indeed the best healer of all the problems we face in
our life, of all the battles we fight with ourselves & of all the worries
we unnecessarily surround ourselves with.
Almost an year back when I wrote my earlier blog, time was playing games
with me. It was testing my patience by beleaguering me with the troubles of
career & failure. And here I am sailing hard against those troubles and
finally learning the ideology of “quéserá, será”
Rewind the time to almost two years back and I along with my
friends find us thrown off by our company at a desolate place called Vijaipur.
Entering here gave us a feeling that even dogs have a better kennel than this
place. Initial days at Vijaipur were like a battleground where our Veer Yodha
Aditya Garg used to fight with the "Department of Assholes- HR" regarding
hostel allocation. We luckily won the war and HR people could sense a zephyr of
retribution in the winds of Vijaipur since then. I got pissed off with the
administration & sycophancy creeping in the Vijaipur and it was then I
decided to tread on the eventful journey of preparation for CAT. Luckily, the CAT wave took along with it many
victims namely Piyush, Addi and Pandey. We had a mission of escaping through
this prison and by god’s grace we all have now started dreaming about life
after GAIL or rather JAIL.
I would always remember Vijaipur not by feeling of a first
job posting, but by the blessing of such a rocking group of friends I had. The leader of our Gangs of Vijaipur,BattiBhaiyya
has been the torchbearer of all the noble deeds we did, be it burning Director
Projects R.D GOEL’s invitation purdahs or using the office cars for our
funtrips. Had Batti not been there, we all would never have felt good living in
this place. I think we truly owe him a lot (though he owes me big time for
molesting me as if I am his “ishika” :P :P) . The mommy of our gang,Addy Garg, was
alwaysso possessive about his things that even F.R.I.E.N.D.S’smonica would get
embarrass with her obsession. Will miss
his motivational talks, be it on the football ground convincing me that Tudu is
a selfish bastard& I am playing good or be it the CAT motivational talks he
used to give during my times of lows. Then the TAAU of our group Ajay Malik,
The RohtakJaat, truly follows his Khap ideology and so has never touched a girl
in his life (although everynight before sleeping he longs for this desire :P).
He has a mini Wikipedia inside his growing tummy and knows the answer to any
got damn technical question in any domain. Now comes the younger generation of
our gang:The Multi talented polyglot, PiyushShrivastava,as pure as the
character of Sunny Leone and as transparent as the blouse of poonampandey. He
is one gem of a person I met in Vijaipur and indeed shared some nice close talks
with him, be it sharing about our special ones or worrying about our careers
ahead.He can play any damn game on this earth and can solve any maniac question
of Verbal ability even in an inebriated state. Then, comes my Royal Civil
Partner ChotaPandey, the official Playboy at Vijaipur or in BadaPandey’s terms
“The Kiss & Tell Guy :P “. He has been my partner in crimes of all the lies
I used to tell to my boss. A Technical brain like his and a Manipulative brain
like me made quite a lethal combo in the deptt which actually proved quite
deadly for my pitiable boss Lallaa. Poor lalla may god bless him with some
other life where he is freed from all the gaalis he keeps on listening every
day. And now comes the Robin Hood of Vijaipur, AnindyaPandey, the magician who
can pull any got damn joke out of his hat that everyone becomes a fan of his bakaiti.
Pandey, we shared some elite corporate talks and hopefully our “Don’t Tell me
& Tell me na” would continue at some conference meeting of a company
someday. I will surely miss those badminton matches, those concerned talks of
calculating the opportunity costs of our dreaded futures and our futile attempt
at hitting the gym.
And now while writing about my stay at Vijaipur, I am
realizing that life there was actually not that bad as I thought it would be
initially. We all actually developed a small sweet family of ours, supporting
each other & making fun at each other (unfortunately usually at me) &
enjoying in whatever little we had there. I will miss this sweet little family
of ours and I just hope that every member of this family reach to the apex in
their aspirations, where we all can celebrate the sweet smell of victory someday
atop.
A Statutory warning to you all: Don’t even dare to forget
each other in the busy times ahead. Otherwise Batti will come in your dreams
and make them even more darker with his appearance (Apology Batti).
