25

Tomorrow is my parents' 25th wedding anniversary. My sister and I want to do something special for them. There is a family reunion for the event. We tried to be a little creative by making a big silver 25 inside a circle and also some silver bells. It did not turn out be the beautiful thing that we had imagined. We have not inherited any creativity from mom.

There is also a little slide show that my sister has prepared. Some nice music plays in the background as we are  taken through the 25 years via photographs. It is actually the only good surprise we have for them.

I was supposed to get a few lines ready to be spoken at the occasion. However, I have not come up with anything till now and instead of composing some I am here.. blogging.

I will have it ready by tomorrow. It will not take that long. A few minutes is all I need to pen it down. It all comes down to the first line. Once I have the first line ready in my mind, the rest flows into place.

There has to be something special for them..  the 25 years they have spent together, the love and care with which they have built this home. 

Things have not always been good. There have been ups and downs every now and then. However, if I were to go back in time and change a thing or two, I wouldn't change anything. 

DON'T ASK ME WHY

There is something that is holding me back from getting a job. And I know what it is... I am not trying hard enough. And I know why... Because I don't want to.

Then the obvious question that people throw at me is "Why Btech?".

I have been asked this question every day since the occurrence of B-tech and the non -occurrence of a job so that I was forced to prepare 365 different answers for every day of the year. Sometimes the answer is as simple as "Get Lost". 

I used to ask myself the same question and finally quit pondering over the obviously unanswerable..  

It may have been the wrongest decision I ever made but I don't want to think about things I cannot change.

I have been looking for all sorts of career opportunities...from something as sophisticated as a software developer to something as sweet/strict as a teacher. I even tried technical writing.

When I get selected, I feel if they could select me that easily... how good could the job be... maybe I am too good for the job? When I don't get selected, I don't think at all. ;)

A little more than a quarter of me says, "B-Tech and You are the wrongest match ever". Another quarter sincerely sticks to B-tech. The rest of me is diplomatic..... Get a job which is not very technical and not completely non technical either. Work with people who will recognize the Gem that you are!!!!!!

Yes, I am confused as you may have guessed...

Conclusion:

Don't ask me "Why B tech?" It is a humble request for those who care. For those who don't ,well, I have the 365 answers prepared.

ALL IS WELL

You finish college. You have a job that you know will pay you enough to live in Noida. You tell your parents 101 reasons why you must join.You stay home for a month after college. Then you pack your bags and run off to Noida. You somehow convince dad that staying with relatives is not a good idea. Then you spend another day trying to explain why staying at a PG close to relative's house is not so good either. Then you win and get to stay at a PG not so close to relative's house. You smile at your victory. You start working. You make friends. You get a SIM that offers free local calls. You get a tiffin wala to bring you lunch. You work at night and sleep through the day. Gradually you stop having breakfast because its too much pain and also because breakfast and lunch almost always coincide. You enjoy life. You enjoy weekends with your only best friend. Shift changes. Your life goes all topsy turvy. You eat at odd times. Lose track of time. Stop having dinner because you are unable to decide if that would actually be dinner or lunch. You get bored of your job. Your team changes. Your friends move to another team. You wish you could take a day off. You take a day off. Tell your boss you are dying of fever. You pay one fourth of your salary as rent. You sulk. You still go out and enjoy weekends and spend like you earn millions. You wish you could see your family. You visit home. You come back. Life gets normally abnormal. You discover that your job actually sucks. You fight with a colleague. You get super bored. You tell everyone the 101 reasons why you hate your job. You quit job. You stay at Noida for another month. You explore NCR. You hang out with best friend. You enjoy life like never before. Then its time for you to return home. Sadly and unwillingly, you pack your bags. Repack. Repack. Repack. Repack. Finally you buy another bag as you have more stuff than you imagined. Repack. You wish you had not quit job. You wish you could stay. You wonder what would have happened if you had not quit job. You promise to return to this wonderful place again.You board the train. You shed tears as your best friend waves at you and the train moves on. You hate to go away.You close your eyes and hope the journey would end soon. Next thing you know is that the train has halted at a dark, unknown station and will remain there for the next 4 hours. You sulk. Your phone battery is down from all the song hearing you did in the previous 2-3 hours. Your phone balance is low. You have big ugly men waiting to snatch your reserved seat. You fight with those men. You are scared to death.You have nothing to eat. You get sulkier. You reach home at 4 am. You cry for some time and wonder what would have happened otherwise. You whisper to yourself , "All is Well" and go to sleep.