It's a journey-a long or short one as the case may be, We Call it Life.
It's 2.29 Pm-IST-Nov-14, 2005 and I am sitting in my cabin finishing off some work.
Ten years ago on this day I was writing my Board Exams. Twenty years ago I was celebrating Children's Day at School with many other children of my age, whom I called friends. Am not sure if I would recognise them if I meet them today and vice Versa. My journey is on........
Coming to the present , currently am employed with Microsoft and can call myself contented. Have a small group of friends here who make me feel good and cherished-I am like a Cat, need to have the feeling of security and comfort at all times else I feel disconcerted.So there is Anand and there is Gagan and there is Subroto and Neha and of course Asim. To tell the truth Asim is the only person with whom my interactions has stayed limited within the office. But that does not make our friendship either less or more. It was in the Cafetaria tht we met each other, His striking resemblance to Sameer Bhatnagar(my buddy from Bombay) was what made me notice him . And there has been no looking back ever since.......
Though I wouldn't like to be judgemental about anyone-there is something very interesting abt Asim tht makes him stand out amongst others-his straight-at-your-face honesty-its definitely a precious and rare attribute,and precisely the reason why I value his advise.There is another noticeworthy trait-He can laugh at himself, though there is no real need to:)
Well the bits and pieces of info that I have got , when I piece them together-I get the image of a person who is friendly and nice, helpful and cheerful, someone who has set standards for himself and lives by them, he can be friendly with people easily, but there is an inner sanctum of space where-in only very dear, very special people have access to-And they are called Friends.
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