Thank You...!

It has been a while. Still I'll give it a shot.
Place :Munger, Year: Don't remember exactly. Anything between 1992-94.

The melas we used to visit during Durga Pujas. Soon, too soon, I ended up on father's shoulders, tired of taking the gauntlet through the crowd. When I was old enough to comprehend, my father told me once, "You're kind of metro-living material, the likes of incidences as above being of his cues to the observation. But it turned out I proved him wrong at least on that front. And boy he must be the one most delighted of all. A little more time and I was the most agile walker among all with whom I shared my childhood. I remember Didi calling me from behind to go a little slow or at few, forlorn times, pun intended, "catch up boy". Anything on my mind and my pace wouldn't qualify to be called as one. But why frigging walking be the mundane subject for today's piece of shit? Okay. I'll try and dish out another anecdote. There was a seniors of ours in the college. Always a treat to talk to, bakar with, booze with – you just name it. For, he was the best cricketer of the college and also among the branch toppers. Turns out I wasn’t the only secret fan of him. One fine day a friend of mine, who thought of him on similar lines, asks me whether I have noticed his swagger. Always so AGILE. Get-set-go-for-any-frigging-thing-that-may-come-in-the-face attitude. I said yes, I have.
And a meek voice followed saying, "I was like him once". He shook his head with a big NAAAH!! That day I realised the serpentine change is already flowing in my veins. I wanted to change that. But the will wasn't enough I must say rather blaming the college environment. Still I tried by taking a responsibility which wanted me to be dynamic, very dynamic. I guess I discharged them well enough. Still the swagger wasn't reclaimed. One month after the college, at home, and I am still a laidback-lackadaisical-at-everything bugger. But, surprisingly during those dark hours of mine at the college, I made a decision and I stuck to it until the last moment. That was to join Infy. That was far from my goal, my interest being the analytics stuff. One fine weekend I appeared for the recruitment test for such a company. For the first time in my life, GD turns out to be my nemesis. I come back disheartened & dejected to my room at the Infy campus. Friends immediately pay a visit to my room, make a little fun out of me. Purely jovial intentions I hope!! Monday is a test & I get on again with the training life of mine!

And, today while I was WALKING back to the hostel, I eavesdropped (purely unintentional) on an eve saying, "I always see that guy hurrying and scurrying, ALWAYS". I wanted to turn back and say, "I'll take that as a compliment beautiful". But who wants to turn back. Don't know about you. But definitely not ME! Don't know if it's too premature to say this but still, "Thank You Infy".
P.S.: I wrote this nearly one n half months before... I am posting it the day I lost my 5 streak.. the second last module.. how ironical..!