Sudama...

Sounds like I am going to write about some of the old historical story... nah.. baba re baba... Doesn;t mean tht I don;t like to read that.. but I beleive you guys have read more than me.. I am the winner when it comes to be dumb over any issue..

Mom ask.. what r ur plans for marriage.. I am dumb.. silent..
Dad ask.. what are your plans for carrier.. I am dumb.. silent..
Brother ask.. what are my plans for morning walk.. I am dumb..silent..
She asked.. what are my future plans.. I was dumb.. just dumb and silent.. straight looking into her eyes.. and she thought that it's better to get the answer anyhow.. than being with a as dumb as as "saddam" guy.. n my life's which was as much in
control as of Iraq before Bush's attack, suddenly was turned into the Hiroshima and Nagasaki after Nuk attack..

Anyways.. that dumbness caused a lot..

But it pays also.. for example when it comes to the complex questions in the class of finance at my college... I keep mum.. n look straingh into eyes of prof.. and he will always catch the next guy sitting to me.. so that could be dangerous also to
sit besides me in class..

Though it was on it's best for last two days.. when I told my bosses.. That I am leaving.. both of them started with all their amunations.. like USA and Britan's combined attack on Iraq.. and me as dumb as the Polical parties of India on the
Jessica Lal Case.. n the episode is still prolonging.. n this is not because of anything.. but just pure and sheer love they shower onto me....

And in between.. this sudama is my favorite name.. which is been given with love and care.. by one of my coligue Rawat, "Surinder Mohan Singh Rawat" or sms.

And I was just thinking .. as soon as I get out.. which is gonna to happen.. I will miss so much to his groan.. to the call of KJ sir (one of the boss), those free rides or lifts to home which he use to give me.. and the love and care shown by him..
in nurturing me.. those fights with sanjeev on all kiddo issues.. just ego hassels.. more on my part and less on his... or rather It was like I always acted as abonoxious as I could..

For sure I will miss the lunch party.. beleive me it is more than a party.. were all of us office people get around at a small table.. with all kind of stuff opened and inviting... the scene is no less than a UN releif camp at Somaliya.. and all of us as a refugee who had not seen food since ages.. nad those fights for cheese between Anamika.. and Rakesh (first one is Front office executive n the second is designer)... and also.. miss too much those hits on jyoti's head while roaming free..use to be real hard.. I am sorry jyoti... for all that pain caused.. And will try to improve it..

And also.. I will miss my flute (bansuri..) which I was gonna to get as my share of increment..

Memories.. going broader and broader... n will stop before tears comes out.. And guys.. I might make my funda's of management more strong.. might learn to make more flashy presentation.. might earn some more bucks to purchase all packs of cirggerates to smoke my lungs out.. but will I be ever be able to earn the environment like this one.. a family like this one..

The pain is same or more than when I left my home.. my parents.. and when I ask myself.. why I am doing this..

And the ans is obvious.. I am again silence.. a deep silence.. I m real dumb.. a living disaster.. Sudama..