Farewell to 3 - My Goodbye mail (From my old box -III)

Hello People!

Where is the good in a goodbye …?

Nevertheless, in this moment of truth, all I can say is Thank You!

These 3 and ½ years in 3, an advisor to a Team Leader;
The hundreds of stories, some unfinished;
The under current of Passion, always the reason;
The Highs, the Lows;
The New and the Old…
Spectrum, Eureka, Paradigm and Prism…
From CCAA to Psft…
Motorola A830 to Nokia 6288.
Friends & Family to Direct Talker1000…
And so many more to come!

3 is not an Organisation…
3 is not a just a Brand…
3 is not just a Culture…
3 is The Spirit… A Feeling of Constant High!


The journey has been fabulous, wondrous, exalting… (I just realised, I don’t have words enough to express this strange feeling!)

I will miss all my managers (I truly salute and respect you), who’ve tried like true warriors to get me to grow up J and I must say, have done a great job. I will miss all the teams in Post Pay and Billing alike...
…And all the support teams that have been key players in getting us to reach where we are…The great successes that we shared as a team… The team I’d love to call: Team 3.
I take with me the strong sense of belonging and identity… The values that I’ve learnt with 3.
I take with me the fierce sense of humour which saw us through trying times. And I pass it on to all the nascent, budding talents…
I will miss all the smoke zones and the smoke zone talks... Censored, Uncensored!
A special thanks to X-Zoticus… A Culture that was born in Spectrum.
And last but not the least: Thank you, my team: ‘Jungle Book’ … You’ve taught me what ‘Back to Basics’ means!


Thank you friends because that is all that I leave with! And because, it is a small world that we live in, we will meet again.
Please keep in touch and keep the Spirit of 3 HIGH as ever!

From my old box - II

It is a strange place here..
Miles gone..
More to come..
Lost and found .. a few principles undefined..
A wing of desire , relentlessly pondering..
Are u here to stay..
Coz where I am , I can see so much..
Yet not understand..
The fear.. I was wrong .. it’s not dead..
It’s still there, lurking in the dark dungeons of my yesteryears..
Yet so much is around.. that I can look away now..
And not feel the pain ..
Tarry… but a little…
And then keep walking again…
Like miles gone…and more to come

What is it that has stayed
From those years that I have left behind…
Places unreserved have come to fill
All with unknown faces…
The ones I knew , or so I thght…
Were never mine to start with…
Far away.. gone with the tides of fate..
Strewn apart . the tempest of our lives..

Times have changed…
Times are new…
The old has to move over .. and not serene..
And no not so calm… my love is still dead
It only comes alive
For a moment of bliss
Like I hid it from the world’s way ahead…

For the years that have gone by …
And the years that are to come….
I live for just that One tiny Flame…
That burns all through the darkest of all nights…
My heart that beats and flickers with every Joy and Pain alike…
I will live for u … The life I live from within..
Me….

Things change... (From my old box)

Yesterday ,
It was bright and sunny.
There were blue clouds in the sky.
Today,
The clouds are dark
And the wind is cold , here in the garden.

But, I guess,
Seasons change.

Yesterday,
I remember I took the long winding route to the garden close by,
There were daisies and fontains on my way.
Today,
The road is just a minute’s walk
And daisies and pretty fontains are lost.

But, I guess,
Roads change

Yesterday,
I remember I lay down in the garden,
The green grass under my feet ,
The soft , plush winds to caress my hair .
The warmth of the mud rising to my eyes.
Today,
The green grass is no more green,
The winds have travelled away.
The mud has been stolen away to build pyramids to man’s ego.

But, I guess,
Places change.


Another thing I remember ,
Oh, so close to my heart.

Yesterday,
I held your hand
So close to my face and I felt you in me like never before.
You touched my lips like you always wanted them .
You held me in your arms like you would never let me go.
Today,
Alas,
I don’t hold your hand anymore.
You don’t look my way.
I feel you are letting me go.
And wanting me to do the same.


But, I guess,
People change.

F*** knows why it happened... or even HOW???!!!

Sometimes we blame it on stuff like some things that lead to some more, but what we become in the process is what we have been ignoring a long while... Somethings that change a part of you... the way you see yourself...

And you almost start hating yourself and things related... This, my friend, is just the beginning.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same again… Not that these were unheard of. But the seemingly innocent flow gets this stark shade of all things crude.

You never meant to be there.

You never wanted to go through that.

You never thought it was that… But you didn’t do anything to get out of there.

Can you re-trace your steps back to where you were early last morning?

No, I can’t. Wtf?!!

And what was it? Do you want to remember…? Yeah, right… Just vanish… just… do it – vanish!

You want to run away from the ‘now’ … and yeah, f*** you can!

Take this ‘me’ away… I don’t know her… don’t even want to know.

And the mother of all questions… Why me? Why the f*** yesterday? And why did it have to end like that??!!

It should NOT have happened… NOT NOT NOT happened… But it will NEVER change…

And it was my fault more than anyone else’s… Much much more. I knew. I never wanted it but I knew… I always knew.

10^th Jan… will go down as the Most Despised day of my Life so f***ing far… And it will always remain so…

Summer Rains...

She looked out of the window. The wet summer rain and the soft droplets shining like pearl droppings in the faint sun.
She took in a deep swig of the moist wind. Her face covered with her palms to feel the splashes that brilliantly settled on them from nowhere.
Where now? She remembered asking herself this question a million times before. She never remembered the answers, even if she did.
She smiled as she drew a long, deliberate, invigorating puff of the most precious weed she had drawn into her lungs in ages.
Better, best forgotten...
The track played like the Gods were trying to modify the impression we earthlings have conjured of them.
Life is not trying to prove itself to anyone. It is what it is, always. At times, it may spring at you across the vast emptiness, with a purpose to help you delve deep into your conscience, and at other times because you're just bored with no one to talk to.
Either ways, it will just pass. It is important not to trust anyone, just like it's important to let others be free. You can refuse to do it and be vehemently demanding, but ... doesn't help.
Some people feign understanding what your core is. Others simply ignore.
She longed to meet someone who will better learn to ignore her but still stay, lurking in the silence of co-existence, of a deeper bond and acceptance. Someone who doesn't love her, only to start building a 'desirable' person around her very truth ; only to start taking advantage of her efforts.
And why should one 'try'? Am I not being honest in saying that I am just tired of trying ...
Don't tell me it's for my own god, that I should stop being...

The cell buzzed - always on silent ... yeah. Time to go pitcher downing...
See I told you... it will just pass.

...So on and So forth...

Everything that happens, is for a purpose. Good or bad - is a different story.

Knowledge is without bounds... what you choose to remember and carry forward in life [and beyond] is limited.
The Self is the only gateway to realization. The only bond with the world and the Godhead; hence the most basic and important part of existence. Integrity is how you choose to stand by the Self- the discipline you inherently apply to your beliefs and actions.
The Self is the way it is now be-cause of so many incidents and experiences of the past [which occurred on purpose].
When the Self becomes predominant and not it's essence - you create an arrogant monster covered with scabs and wounds that can never heal.
When the Self is forgotten and its essence belittled or shrunk - you lose the crux of existence, the connection to the Godhead - therefore, the purpose of your life, whether it's salvation, redemption or achievement.
The Self is to be experienced, understood and improved. It has to be made useful and its learnings shared relevantly. Its desires achieved to establish what's called the Cycle of Life and Death.

Listen up!

I don't believe a word that you say anymore. I don't live within the cages of your extremities and you don't know what you're up against...
I surprise myself with all that I can think of. I'll surprise you someday, when you try me too much and beyond.
Each time that I smile and look on innocently, when you lie, ignore and hide - there's a faint tingling within me that makes me tell myself - "This, my friend, is just the beginning".
They say all relationships in this world are mere compromises 'petite-ly' wrapped in facades of love and understanding. The fact is nothing is unconditional. So what if I am a fool? So what if I never learn... I still have the balls to live life on my own terms. I still have what it takes to elevate myself and most around. Something your doctrines never postulated...
Have I become simple in the words that I use? I call it arrogance balanced with the acceptance that most people are just obnoxiously self-conceited... And I really don't want to insult you, embarrass you when you read this.Hence, the simplicity.
You know you are lying. You cannot face the demon in you. And so you see streaks of that same demon in everyone around. But you know.... You ARE lying.
I may not say so. I may just smile as if I really believe you, your ideals and spiritual aspirations. If you confront me and ask if I am lying all the while - I'd just look clueless and you know I can fake better than anyone.
What can I do? I know there's a purpose in me being here... A purpose that is not written and formally, contractually agreed upon. And I will achieve it, like I always have.