Sunday, 20 July 2014

A Mail long lost

Just when days were passing by and the pages from calender were torn every morning giving the dustbin(even the dustbin) enough work for a day, while mom, dad and brother were 'busy' (how long has it been since I had associated myself with that word) I just ensured that my net pack in mobile did not expire. Whooo!! That previous sentence is the worst possible start for an article, much worse than my previous works. See, this is what happens when you get up and while looking at yourself in the mirror, when those eyebrows seem to not wake up enthusiastically, then you realize that this is going to be just another day in one most boring days of life. Ever since one has graduated from college, they go through this phase, the first few weeks would be fine owing to an overwhelming care from your family, some might even say, "Finally! There is an Engineer in our family" , and every time they say that, I slowly ensure that the power supply is on and there is no problem with the fuses, for 'an engineer' is supposed to correct them,  reason being that( remember this point), when someone appreciates you, there are high chances that you might end up hearing just the opposite in the next few minutes, unless you avert it. I have experienced it a lot of times. Believe me! All those Electrical engineers outside, beware of the you-try-hard-but-you-cannot-avoid pressure from the family. I feel a shock every time I hear the word 'Engineer'.

Ok, all those above points are something that I have emphasized before, so why did I take it up now? My last two months at home have been really boring. I was occupied with household work(Now Don't laugh!), every time I walk up the stairs to the terrace to get the dried clothes back home, I feel like 'Wow! Doing this for the past six weeks now, good exercise actually, my tummy has reduced' , just to realize that it has actually gone up few inches. Then I realized that I had consumed food, that is high on proteins, vitamins and then there is this 'calorie'. That holds a separate place in your body, mind it! So just when I thought, 'How long am I going to curse my daily routine' which not even in a way made me enjoy, I received a mail.

This whole turning-on-the-data-connection in a smart phone is to ensure you do not miss important information in the form of mails or texts from Whatsapp. In my current state, I have no right to use the word 'Important' , I did receive a lot of mails from that particular sector which always respects me, e commerce giants like Flipkart, Jabong, Snapdeal and so on. Every time I open it, i just see the offer and my eyes brighten, then I close it and get back to the poker-face look. One fine evening I got a mail saying "Welcome to Accenture-Bangalore".

This mail, I had been expecting for a long time. In the past few weeks, I even forgot that I got selected in a campus interview. Such a boring dull phase it had been. At that time, when I had got such a mail, all I could do is, not react. That mail was long lost, as every morning I used to get up and check my inbox for this mail. So once I read it, there was adrenaline rush in me, my eyes brightened, eyebrows widened, heart started beating thrice its actual speed, the seconds needle in my wall clock stood still, while I saw my own self jumping and dancing(awkwardly of course!) and whistling and screaming like an Ape, and then my brother shook me and asked me, 'What is the matter with you? What are you looking at?' . I showed him. He read it. He smiled at me. We spoke nothing. He raised his hand for a shake, I felt the rush in me slowly settling down, as I raised my hand, the heart beat had settled and started releasing a cold blood(comes out when there is a transition from a shock or a surprise to being happy or joyful), I gave him a tight handshake(Corporate style babay!), turned back, took my mobile, stood in front of the mirror and dialed my mother's number and as she said 'Hello', I stopped for a second, saw my face in the mirror, I smiled with confidence as I said "28th July at Bangalore" .

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