The Royal Ramble

It’s been exactly two years since I joined Progeon (or Infosys BPO as it is called now).
No yippees and no hoorahs. It’s just another day in the office and yet, I try hard to remember how it was to enter the building for the first time two years ago. And how things have changed since then.

“Eager young minds”.

The mind is young, still, yes. But, eager? That’s a tricky one.

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I have been a lazy fellow, haven’t I? I haven’t blogged in ages and frankly, I haven’t done much in ages.

I have been working though. The nonsensical meandering has been replaced with something more nonsensical I figure (a little too late for that now!). Work. That’s all I have been up to.

I tell my parents and close friends that I’m working hard for a promotion. My colleagues, well, they all probably think I’m just kissing ass for a promotion. I don’t know what I want, but I know a promotion isn’t something that would motivate me to such madness.

A loner. That’s what I have become. I live alone, nay, I just, am, alone. And for me to realize this, all it took was an accident.

A cyclist turning right without any hand signal had a fresh lease of life thanks to the disc brakes on the ‘bird. Of course, the bike skid and fell on the side of the road and I ended up with scratches all over my body.

Now, when you’re alone, nobody is a phone call away. And that was how it was that day. After the doctor visits and the bandages wrapped on me, guess how many people were there to see if I was okay? None.

My Orkut friend list is about 125 names long. I have 31 fans. I’m not implying anything here, these are just stats.

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Depression. So, this is how it feels…

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I miss my mother at times like these. I also realize how insanely selfish I am to miss her only when I’m depressed. Did I miss her when I did my first bike trip? Did I miss her when I got my raise? Did I miss her when I bought my first TV?

Oh well, nobody’s perfect.

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I think I’ve become too accustomed to my way of life. I’ve become too used to being alone. And I know I’m going to end up alone with a bunch of pets that’d keep dying on me and I know I’d be watching reruns of some sitcom or the other till the day I die.

I also seem to have failed to differentiate between friends and acquaintances. And when I did, my friends disappeared.

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I walk alone, I walk alone.

Amen.

A question…

Do cannibals eat diabetics for dessert?

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Oh well, more to come soon. Sorry I’ve been away.

NOT!

Amen.