mera kauwa mulayam

"If i dont write abt this, i dunno if i shud even write..talk abt the biggest stroke of luck u get..the so non tech person i am, the most unimpressive cv,i tht i cant even think of a chance..forget think, it was definitely a no..i was as not bothered abt this as i am abt the cat exam.."

These were the exact words I typed into my phone in order to make it a blog post when it finally sunk in that I did in fact get an internship at Microsoft.(To be exact, I was walking towards the bus stop with a big smile on my face :D also forgive the sms language but I just didn't feel like changing it in the post.) Things that everyone know, its a dream for anyone who is somewhere close to programming to get into Microsoft. There are other equivalent software companies , yes, but somehow Microsoft always generates this awe filled response, the whole unbelievable aspect about it. But yes, it did happen. I still think getting to the interview part was luck, pure luck and the unending wishes of all my well wishers.

Now that I am here, its already been a week. Sometimes, if I think about how busy it was, it seems to have gone really fast. But then, when I think I have 7 weeks left, it seems way too small a time. I have always wondered about myself about the fact that I adjust to a new place real soon, without having so much as a thought about the people I have left behind. But that has always been proved for a period lesser than 15 days or so. I always thought it was sad that I don't miss people. I really didn't like the fact that you get used to life, something that I emphasized in my last post.

But yeah, I do miss people. When I speak to my friends online or on the phone, I feel that sadness at the back of my mind that I won't see them for 7 weeks. And the point is it is only 7 weeks. But that is actually something I'm happy about. I thought that when I go do an M.S. I might forget the people here, my friends here and all their importance in my life will be lost in oblivion. But its not so. So fine.


Plus, none of us are used to an environment like this. At least, not me. Where you are held responsible for the work you are allotted, albeit not critical but work nonetheless. The point where you have to prove to your own self,  prove to your seniors that you are worthy of this internship, not that it really matters to them but it always matters to you to make an impression. Its been a week and I am anxious if my hardworking mentality will transform into actuality, into observable results. Right now, I can only hope.

So yay, a new place did manage to make me write. A poem on the way too(surprising what a wasted sunday can do to you :P ), hopefully, I compensate for the dryness of the blog in the past few months. Till then, toodles.. Have a happy vacation, y'all! :D :)

The final goodbye

 Change is the spice of life they say, but the transition is what makes it so difficult...they're off to a new life but it only deepens that chasm that I suddenly feel has been created in my stomach..no one to pamper you here,you're at the other end of pampering now..the empty quadrangle.. and you realize exactly a year later you'll be in exactly the same state..puts things in perspective doesn't it?


The junior senior relationship is a very different, special and a really endearing one. They introduced me to things as I know them now in college. Why, the senior I am to my juniors has been inspired by some of them. I hate it that we learn to move on. That we learn to adjust to people's absence..as years later, you may not be able to sustain a conversation for 5 minutes with the very person you can talk with for hours now.

I guess and I hope I made the most of their presence over here. I owe it to them for always being there for 3 years of my life here. And I wish they have the best of lives wherever they go.

The rains have arrived

The cool winds strike your face,
providing that calm quiet solace,
 the sun seems to have set,though yet it has not.
Is it the sign of rains?? No, maybe not.

Just then, the first drop, falls to the ground,
followed by so many others on their way down,
to wipe the dust right off the leaves,
 to make them green lovely trees.

Those that were waiting with their arms wide open,

                to receive the first drops, the joy of being soaked.               

The fragrance rises just in time,
to mark the beginning of this wondrous occasion,          
why do people run for shelter,the trees cant help but wonder,
as they rejoice what they've been waiting for,
 a little longer and hope they would have lost.      

You wonder if its come just for a fleeting appearance,
 but no, its not so,and your heart leaps with joy,

while it continues to pour, as though the earth deserves it all.

the sun slowly hides,to be lost into oblivion,
the night queen arrives to spread her dark blanket over the sky,
the cool wind has reached your very soul and you instinctively feel alive,
oh what a feeling to know, the rains have finally arrived.

(I always owe it to the rains to make the statement "The poet in me has risen again :) " )