I know it has been an awfully long time to be away. Not that the world missed me! At least I did, as the first (hopefully not the only!) reader of these posts. I have been busy dealing with the bureaucracy at my work where I have to wait for days to get my resignation approved. Can you believe it? Anyways in the meanwhile I had the opportunity to finish Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged and I must say it is not easy to imagine and write such things based on a concept “invented” by you! I really owe this book to a friend who suggested it. Well, our batch completed a year at work around September end and so I got another suggestion from the same friend to reflect about me and the changes in me in the past one year. I am sure this will also prove to be a valuable suggestion as I have never actually “sat” and analysed myself.

Last year, 24th September was the first day to work. A training of 2 months lay ahead set in the beautiful city of Trivandrum. Enter: Me. Confused and maybe stupid, a little dumb (Some people claim to me, this is innocence!). Then, I spoke before I thought and did not put meaning into actions and words. I mean I did not go analysing things about people. I was a social recluse set free into a social jungle. It was an occasion of many firsts. First job, first time away from home and first identity with me as an individual. Well this short span had a lasting impact on me, good and bad. I made new friends, I FINALLY learnt how to speak with new people (Don’t get confused these people were in my vicinity for the last four years and I didn’t know them!), saw some cool places and enjoyed to the max. Reality rubbed in. I could figure out what real people were. It taught me who my true friends ‘are’ and who I thought ‘were’ (That was the first time I thought about it!). In fact I arrived at the true meaning of a friend, not because I found one, because I lost one, whom I believed to be was one. (Phew! I know terribly complicated sentence, but the occasion is so!). I finally got the temperament to accept reality (which is harsh sometimes) and move on. I didn’t move on though. I stayed. But I had realised and that was the first step taken.

Well after the training was my transfer directly to the far north even more away from home. Responsibilities. New People all over (Oh no!). Self dependence. Self cooking (Yes you must have read enough of my mishaps and the second step of accepting Reality: Moving on. It happened but slowly. Slowly but surely. There were people, who needed me at this time, who bore the brunt of this phase of my “growing up”. I snapped, sulked, almost bit! but hey!, here I am all grown up! The last leg of the one year has been pleasant because I have found out that my happiness depends on me. I have realised it and I am trying to incorporate it as well whenever I am down (Not effectively. I am trying!)

Well since this is not a hilarious post (Did any of you think of it so?!!) I will make it short and sae you the “pain”. Well this is just in a nutshell. There have have been more so incidents and phases which me make what I am now. But those in later posts. For now, Cheers!