KanverjeetSabharwal
On reflection it's been a wonderful 25 years since passing out. Work wise it's been all Banking and in Operations. 23 were in one organization and on moving out realized how limiting that is. Like many, I too defined my sense of self primarily through work but somewhere along the way realized how limiting that view is. There is so much more to experience and the association or definition of self with one aspect is, honestly, limiting.
Flashback time to college brings forth a barrage of images...Entry into JBIMS office for admission and meeting Deepak... Udipi canteen... Moradian and papu shappu... Mallar and पिस्टल... 15 kg biscuit tin, Marine Drive and a concoction of green stuff, barfi and milk followed by an exhibition of exemplary hallucinatory behaviour within hostel walls... Gokul, it's pauas, spicy kebabs and singing on the mezzanine till closing time ... Bade Miyan as a food stop of last resort... late night with walks back past YWCA exhibiting non exemplary behaviour of a not to be talked of kind... Radio Club urinals and visages of bodies sprawled out front... smelly buckets in J S Hall and midnight music in the loos... all night walks from Neral to Matheran... Harvard Graphics and transparencies... late night use of the "computer room"... exams with attendant seating logistics... Econometrics with Mr Lam at half mast and Shivani and Aparna on front row... Nataraj's ice cream parlour with the swing and the corner restaurant for late night eats... beating curfew at 10 for dropping of the girls on the MD hostel...hunting knife target practice on closet doors in the dorm...painting the dorm walls green and then again to tone down the color... Meeta and Ritu and the almost home next door... picnic in the pouring rain through streams and waterfalls... summer placement at TF in Colaba with Radhix... night excursions to shady lanes to make that discounted STD call... unreserved train trips back to Delhi, sleeping on the floor, etc, etc, etc. One can go on and on as the memories flood back in a torrent. Clearly memorable happy times.
Now the hair is greying and it's welcome at this stage of life.
Ups and downs have been part of the journey and I've been lucky to have a wonderful family and friends with me. I have a lovely wife, Gurinder who gave up her career cause she wanted to focus on bringing up our two boys, Raunaq (18) and Hardit (15). The elder one spared us from the terrible teens and the younger one is showing us what it's all about.
Along the way, picked up a liking for running over the last ten years though on some days it's a love hate relationship. When stressed, I pick up a pen (figuratively of course, in this digital era).
Hitting the half century mark soon and the only thought is that the next 25 years shall be radically different than the preceding and will be more fulfilling in a different way.
Walking through the gullies of this labyrinth called life
We search for a reason, a beacon, an anchor in the midst of a world of noise and strife
Oft memories of younger times, of innocence and of infinite possibilities arise
Contrasted to a reality created and boxed in of our own making is not really a surprise
Pause. Check. It's only a figment of the mind
We go forward again, unhindered by illusory restrictions of any kind
Fulfilling our desires and purpose, not settling for anything less before our time
We will look back fondly then at the second chance, the newly created paradigm
Flashback time to college brings forth a barrage of images...Entry into JBIMS office for admission and meeting Deepak... Udipi canteen... Moradian and papu shappu... Mallar and पिस्टल... 15 kg biscuit tin, Marine Drive and a concoction of green stuff, barfi and milk followed by an exhibition of exemplary hallucinatory behaviour within hostel walls... Gokul, it's pauas, spicy kebabs and singing on the mezzanine till closing time ... Bade Miyan as a food stop of last resort... late night with walks back past YWCA exhibiting non exemplary behaviour of a not to be talked of kind... Radio Club urinals and visages of bodies sprawled out front... smelly buckets in J S Hall and midnight music in the loos... all night walks from Neral to Matheran... Harvard Graphics and transparencies... late night use of the "computer room"... exams with attendant seating logistics... Econometrics with Mr Lam at half mast and Shivani and Aparna on front row... Nataraj's ice cream parlour with the swing and the corner restaurant for late night eats... beating curfew at 10 for dropping of the girls on the MD hostel...hunting knife target practice on closet doors in the dorm...painting the dorm walls green and then again to tone down the color... Meeta and Ritu and the almost home next door... picnic in the pouring rain through streams and waterfalls... summer placement at TF in Colaba with Radhix... night excursions to shady lanes to make that discounted STD call... unreserved train trips back to Delhi, sleeping on the floor, etc, etc, etc. One can go on and on as the memories flood back in a torrent. Clearly memorable happy times.
Now the hair is greying and it's welcome at this stage of life.
Ups and downs have been part of the journey and I've been lucky to have a wonderful family and friends with me. I have a lovely wife, Gurinder who gave up her career cause she wanted to focus on bringing up our two boys, Raunaq (18) and Hardit (15). The elder one spared us from the terrible teens and the younger one is showing us what it's all about.
Along the way, picked up a liking for running over the last ten years though on some days it's a love hate relationship. When stressed, I pick up a pen (figuratively of course, in this digital era).
Hitting the half century mark soon and the only thought is that the next 25 years shall be radically different than the preceding and will be more fulfilling in a different way.
Walking through the gullies of this labyrinth called life
We search for a reason, a beacon, an anchor in the midst of a world of noise and strife
Oft memories of younger times, of innocence and of infinite possibilities arise
Contrasted to a reality created and boxed in of our own making is not really a surprise
Pause. Check. It's only a figment of the mind
We go forward again, unhindered by illusory restrictions of any kind
Fulfilling our desires and purpose, not settling for anything less before our time
We will look back fondly then at the second chance, the newly created paradigm