“Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.”
― Haruki Murakami
We have different phases in our life, out of which some are absolutely
non-eventful, some resolute, some fine yet not-so-remarkable, and some
life-changing. My first ever writing venture began on a fine winter when I had
determinedly decided on a career change after a string of successive failures
in my formal career choice – sales aka customer development. Little did I know,
or anticipate, the forthcoming months to be filled with experiences that
weren’t merely productive but cherishable for life.
It all started with a poise that was quite fitting for any new
endeavour, though a little unreal. My work environment, the first of its kind,
was conducive enough to boost my passionate pursuit and take it to the next
level, and this happened through a series of experiences – some memorable
and some tear-jerky and downright detestable. And it gave me buddies with
whom I could trade my life with.
No ride in my life has been better than this, so much so that it
prompts me to me look up to the heavens and bow down in gratitude for those
days, for the best and the not-so-best… If I knew that this was the way it
would pan out, I might not have laughed at it but wouldn’t have yet
comprehended the beauty of it all.
A note to fans, well-wishers and critics alike, a platform of such kind
was paved as a result of some good days, wherein the Providence helped me to be
adept at my craft and the tasks entrusted to me. I was somehow able to
take to my work and its responsibilities right from the very beginning and win the
acclaim of my boss. He was a saviour to me back then, someone who trusted and
took my work to the next level, and I defended him staunchly when negative
voices of him were swirling around. The flow of events was a little startling,
especially after almost five years of a tattered career. This is life
sometimes, things happen fast, be it the good or the bad.
My scope of work took an uplift in due course of time, as I was assigned
with roles that I had never otherwise dreamt of, at least not in such a short
span of time. Three months into a new role, and you get a hike in position,
added with the tag of a specialist while still being a toddler. It all charted
the course for a lift in morale and a series of learnings, of which I am
I started this journey alone and almost thought that it would end up that way. But life had more riveting plans in store, as my days here were later graced with people – of whom some were mere passing clouds; some entered my life as friends who are now inseparable despite our differences; we were/are sometimes the best of friends and at other times the worst of enemies – our fights were so mean that you could well compare it to the ragtag manner of fights which kids are generally involved in. Somehow all of these come together to render a sense of joy and fine memories that spirals into a special bond. And yes, I had/have people who added colours to my life in ways unanticipated – and with them, I exchanged notes – of conversations that included gossips and fights. These chirpy ones made a mark in my life that cannot be disparaged by the tides of time. With them around, I was on the receiving end of trust, loyalty and endearing friendship, and sometimes anger. Relationships of these descriptions would definitely stand the test of time, and wouldn’t be tossed around due to the vagaries of life. It will be there to stay, long after our own distinct marriages, accomplishments and old age, and perhaps even death.
The Journey was not only paved with never-say-die relationships but of
takeaways aplenty. It has been a journey of opportunities grabbed and missed;
of lessons learnt; it was as already stated – a ride that was the best in this
life till now.