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Sunday, August 21, 2005
Aa.. Aah..
andha chandiranum oru nanban
andha suriyanum oru nanban
ivai yaavum padaitha oruvan
andha iraivan enakku nanban
en anbe aaruyire, en anbe aaruyir neeye
Listening numerous times from the land of decenct/gentle people. Smruthi is now publishing from Emeryville, California.
So many first time experiences I felt. First time ever in my life I am leaving my mummy and daddy for a long time. I am leaving my home land for a long time. First time, take-off and landing in the mega airports.
Separation is a sweet sorrow. Who ever said it, that's really true. Separation from the motherland is.. I failed to get the words.. Nothing can be compared with this.
My bad time, the sincere Indian officials disallowed people inside the airport when I left from India. They said because of Independence day, so these security measures. They damn care about people who are leaving their sons, daughters, parents and waiting to see the flight taking off the ground. My check-in time started blinking. I didn't prepare myself to say BYE to my parents. They are not allowed inside. I said BYE to all. Didn't turn up, not even waved my hands. I went off directly as if I have no one standing outside for me. Check-in started for me. Girl who was sitting in the check-in counter, totally not in mood. I read that from her face. May be, she is working on saturday night and left her hubby in the home alone. A sincere dad was moving with mega size baggages in front of me. Two IT guys behind me laughing and gossiping about their colleagues. Even though my mind notices them, I could visualise my mummy's tears on my shoulder. My care takers are standing outside waiting for my departure. To your surprise, my entry inside airport was 10:15 PM, flight scheduled to depart by 1:15 PM. My parents were standing outside the airport to see my flight's take-off. They waited till my flight's take-off. Can you think of this situation? Standing in the streets of airport and looking at their son's departure from the home land. Horrible. Indian officials got curses from me, our Independence day too. Nothing else I can do.
Now I am in the land of dreams. My memory rolls out to the past. Bangalore, Koramangala, 10 Block. A guy with blue shirt and unmatched pant, walking around the streets with the neat looking folder, consists of numerous photo copies of resume. His eyes searching for Hi-Tech buildings flashing some IT solutions. When ever he finds one, runs to the security guard, 'Sir, I am a fresher. I need to apply for the fresher programme in this company. Can you please guide me to proceed' He got good responses, not all the places. He got curses too(no fresher.. jaavo.. blah.. blah..) He finds one road side shop. Drinks 2 packet of water and 2 bananas. Lunch over. His hunting begins again. Now that guy writes blog in ww.smruthiblog.com from his dream place, from the land of opportunities and handles his company's assignments here.
Yes, andha iraivan enakku nanban.
andha suriyanum oru nanban
ivai yaavum padaitha oruvan
andha iraivan enakku nanban
en anbe aaruyire, en anbe aaruyir neeye
Listening numerous times from the land of decenct/gentle people. Smruthi is now publishing from Emeryville, California.
So many first time experiences I felt. First time ever in my life I am leaving my mummy and daddy for a long time. I am leaving my home land for a long time. First time, take-off and landing in the mega airports.
Separation is a sweet sorrow. Who ever said it, that's really true. Separation from the motherland is.. I failed to get the words.. Nothing can be compared with this.
My bad time, the sincere Indian officials disallowed people inside the airport when I left from India. They said because of Independence day, so these security measures. They damn care about people who are leaving their sons, daughters, parents and waiting to see the flight taking off the ground. My check-in time started blinking. I didn't prepare myself to say BYE to my parents. They are not allowed inside. I said BYE to all. Didn't turn up, not even waved my hands. I went off directly as if I have no one standing outside for me. Check-in started for me. Girl who was sitting in the check-in counter, totally not in mood. I read that from her face. May be, she is working on saturday night and left her hubby in the home alone. A sincere dad was moving with mega size baggages in front of me. Two IT guys behind me laughing and gossiping about their colleagues. Even though my mind notices them, I could visualise my mummy's tears on my shoulder. My care takers are standing outside waiting for my departure. To your surprise, my entry inside airport was 10:15 PM, flight scheduled to depart by 1:15 PM. My parents were standing outside the airport to see my flight's take-off. They waited till my flight's take-off. Can you think of this situation? Standing in the streets of airport and looking at their son's departure from the home land. Horrible. Indian officials got curses from me, our Independence day too. Nothing else I can do.
Now I am in the land of dreams. My memory rolls out to the past. Bangalore, Koramangala, 10 Block. A guy with blue shirt and unmatched pant, walking around the streets with the neat looking folder, consists of numerous photo copies of resume. His eyes searching for Hi-Tech buildings flashing some IT solutions. When ever he finds one, runs to the security guard, 'Sir, I am a fresher. I need to apply for the fresher programme in this company. Can you please guide me to proceed' He got good responses, not all the places. He got curses too(no fresher.. jaavo.. blah.. blah..) He finds one road side shop. Drinks 2 packet of water and 2 bananas. Lunch over. His hunting begins again. Now that guy writes blog in ww.smruthiblog.com from his dream place, from the land of opportunities and handles his company's assignments here.
Yes, andha iraivan enakku nanban.
