I realized that I haven't written much lately. About Pilani. About Baroda. About Surat. Or about PS. Most of my school friends think that I am in Baroda now (I wish I was, sometimes, at night), courtesy- my forever ramblings about meeting everyone, but I am still happily perched in Surat.
Pilani is like a comfort zone for me. Was actually. Now, I somehow find Pilani too familiar for my liking. Two long years in that little place. Okay, I go off-topic again but you get where this is going. I had been itching for a change of place. And PS brought it- Surat. Yeah. What was I talking about... hmm, ya, my PS(office)
My office is a strange place. There are days when I feel good walking into the building (these days are usually Fridays), and then there are days when I have this awful knot in my stomach and an unmanageable burden on my shoulders, head and feet (courtesy-laptop, and my "commitment to safety"-helmet and shoes) which makes taking every tiny step towards the place a Herculean task. These days are mostly Mondays.
I had never expected PS to be as much fun as college. Or perhaps more. Apart from the very close buddies I had already knew before coming for PS, my expectations were never sky-high. I just hoped to meet a few interesting people, make friends and learn few things. I had not expected I would bump into other people at the workplace who would be “cool” too.
But fortunately, this is exactly what happened.
I mean, we are all the same. The five of us. We all have grown up listening to Enrique and summer of ’69 in our teens, and watching English sit-coms & movies and listening to rock bands in college. We all have had the same courses over the last two years and we all appreciate and identify with the same level of technical and Sheldon-type jokes. And we’re all BITSians. Ofcourse.
How much ever they tease me about "sexy solenoids", "memory valves", or for being a GHOT. Whatever they say about me being a diplomat or dreaming about IDCTs. About “kar sakte hai….”. Or about my dabba Thinkpad. I’m pretty sure I have the best possible PS-mates ever. My BF and FFs. Sach mein.
Just the other day, we were discussing how the cast of Badmaash Company resembles us. Seth-the funky Ansari who sends the rest four to Bangkok. Me-Bulbul, the small town girl. Bajaj-the alcoholic chinki, Zing, who hails from Sikkim, but is a true Bombay-ite by nature. Arjun- the womanizer Chandu. And Shashank-the ambitious Karan, jo saare galat kaam karta hai!
I am at home now. I will meet them the day after tomorrow. But still, I am missing Surat and PS terribly. I’m so used to being there.
Come, Monday, come.
Come fast!
