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5th February 2010, close to 18 months since my last blog post. It would be unfair if I just directly start blogging without providing any “re-wind” of the 18 months.


18 months ago something changed in my life. This change was not of smaller proportions and transformed me from the non-earning to the earning cadre.

I was employed with Wipro Technologies in August 2008 and transferred to Bangalore. Lots of hope, expectations, challenges along with a heavy heart of leaving behind family and friends welcomed me to the IT Capital of India.

I will not blabber much about what has happened within Wipro. The sheer excitement if financial independency and making it on your own is more that one could have asked for.

My stay in Bangalore was close to 4 months and in these 4 months I was re-born, with added responsibilities and much more thoughtfulness.

Later somewhere around November I was moved back to Pune (what seemed to me as impossible back then). Much closer to home and all that I had spent living my entire life with, surely made my experience even better.

Life after coming to Pune has been a ride on the expressway (quite literally!), with constant shuttling between Mumbai and Pune over the weekend. Innumerable experiences have encompassed my life in Pune and blogging about them now will just lengthen this post. Each experience is a new blog post in its own.

I do not know why this post did not come up much earlier, but having penned it down I feel a heavy load has been lifted off me.

Comments

chetangb said…
HAHAHA...The last lines encompassed the whole post, heavy burden off your shoulders, enjoy your time. One more thing, posted at 2.30am? Bro, get proper rest, I know this statement is redundant in your case but, innovation travels like IPv4 packets, without a 4 way handshake, allow your mind to rest for the right packets to reach the right destination :-D Cheers to you my brother
ReIncArNated said…
Dude i woke up at 12:45 PM !!!
Getting more than enough of my share for rest :P
Anup Nair said…
good to see a new read man...glad that you managed to find some time to do it....seems like your streak of sleepless nights continues....is there something that you are hiding from us....may be the mus is in fact the batman... :) keep writing bro
chetangb said…
Phir sab changaa hai sirji :-) lage raho
Neil said…
Kewl...welcome back...to blogging. And how do you find life in the "big company" :) waiting to hear about that.
archana said…
Woww!!!! Nice to read u are gona blog again to share your views and ideas. Keep going.
:-)
P KB said…
Hey brother, am glad you back with a bang!!! Loved every word of it!! direct Dil sey...am eagerly waiting :)

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