A moving tale ...

So, the client I work for, is amidst moving to a new office, down the road. The building, they currently work out of, apparently does not meet the requirements. I agree. There has been hectic activity, in terms of professional movers (and shakers should have been their name) taking over the office from a week. So, as people kept shedding, stuffs, that they seldom required, there seemed to a solemn silence, in the background, which i seldom realized.

So, the move,culminates with a small get together. Amidst wine in abundance, the unit head briefs, the team on the move and the moves implications. Perhaps the abundance, of wine led to the team members coming up with impromptu limmericks. Some of the them were really spontaneous! The members then lined up starting from the seniormost starting from the west end. Unbelievably the senior most manager had worked for the last thirty four years in that very office!

Thirty four years! Perhaps the solemn silence ....needs no explanation! Indeed, i feel kind of attached to this place, and i've just been about five months here, no doubt, the others felt a vaccum, at this change!

I am ......... am I ?

I am religious.

I am, somone, who can't stand bribery.

I am insensitive.

I am scathing.

I am just being ME.

I am, somone, who can be quite cold and aloof.

I am, someone, who loves to be alone at times.

I am who, I am !!!


Strangely . ...... very strangely, sometimes those statements, in my mind play as 'Am I' !!!

Darkness .....?

Light

Happy Diwali :).

Lost in Halloween?!

The term, English winters , somehow do not have a zing as the term English summers ! Blame it on Wimbeldon? (Oh ... I've been watching Bjorn Borg's biography .. and hence .. ;-)). I somewhere firmly believe, Emily Bronte was subjected to too much of these winters ...... where the sun sets by 16 00 hours and time is wound backwards by an hour,that her mood throughout her 'Wuthering Heights' novel was sombre and gloomy! The female lead in that novel was 'Catherine Earnshaw' wasn't she? (I know ...... it's right!Can't you see its a rhetorical question? :p)

Anyway, this post after a break is not about why i took a break ....... but it's about a break - in that happenned in my place! Oh ....yeah a break in ... a burglary!

Yes, it was the Halloween. The city was acting all spooky with folks in the tubes dressed as Frankenstein and shades of crimson red oozing all over themselves. Some, I personally thought actually, didn't have to try too hard for that spooky look ...! Yeah .. yeah ... i am cynical at time :-). Nevertheless, I started home on a hitherto unimaginable time of 1700 hours as my project had moved into implementation. The walk between Monument and London Bridge is perhaps 9 minutes ... by when you would have been offerred a free tabloid newspaper atleast ten times. A forty minute ride and i was at house .. sweet house. (House, intentional usage).

Crossing the protocol of three secured entrances, i am at the main entrance, where a sticker claims,'Winner of the House of the Year' award. As i enter , i see all my room mates in a confused state. One of them blurts out ...... 'Burglary .....dude .....'. What followed, was just confusion! My flat is perhaps the most secure places. My first thoughts were my laptop, and above that all the data that was in it. (My pics and all my collection of prized possessions). Closely followed by that, i wondered if the camera was gone too. I rush into my room ...... and check my laptop and camera. They are intact!! Wondering, why the double exclamation? That's because, collectively my room mates had lost four laptops, eighteen watches (No, my room mate doesn't steal. He collects!), expensive perfumes, hard disc drives, suitcase, some money and along with it some miscellaneous stuff! To think, that my stuff was left untouched ....... was confusing and relieving at the same time! The burglar(s?) have struck sometime, when we were all off to work. He/They have broken in through the balcony door. (sadly, we are in the ground floor). They have taken all the stuff mentioned, moved into my room mates, room and took his suitcase as well! Worse, of two beers are missing from my refridgerator! Some, wicked sense of humour. After stealing a whole lot of stuff, he has partied at home .. with beer from the fridge!

Yeah, and amidst all the stuff that was stolen ... my stuff saw the light of the day. Yeah surprisingly! Anyone, at this point says, 'How come, then it has to be you' would be subjected to the same treatment my friends are being subjected to! 50 lashes! (Virtual to all of you all ... be happy!). Yes, indeed, thus, i call 999, the emergency number in UK to log in my complaint. However, thanks to Halloween keeping them busy, they could only come in a bit late to take in the descriptions!

Halloween and spooky? I guess we should make it Halloween and stealthy! But the guy ... whoever stole .... what a cheapskate .....he stole beer??! :O