Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head

It’s funny how some things just hit you out of nowhere. Things which you would bet on your life you are well off without, things that made you shudder at mere memory, things you were so happy to leave behind, because something much better lay ahead. And then they just ram into you one fine day as you are sitting at your workstation minding your own business. This “thing” I’m talking about is a city actually. Pune to be precise. I’ve moved around so much in 22 years of my life, I thought I’d seen it all, done it all. I thought I was experienced enough to know I need something when I look at it. Pune was definitely not one of them. Sure the city put me in circumstances that forced me into isolation, which in turn resulted in me meeting my life partner. Sure the city gave me a post graduate degree, which enables me to sit right here in my office, have my own workstation, anticipate my very first big fat salary. And of course I made some friends on whom I can depend on and who can depend on me anytime of the day. But so what? I also had pretty difficult, stressful times there. On the risk of sounding clichéd I’ve to say that time has a way of healing a person. It’s amazing how time can act as a sieve so that all the bad memories just pass through leaving behind only the good ones to cherish. Perhaps this is one of the mechanisms by which the universe tries to keep up us optimistic, build up hope. Imagine what kind of people we might become if all of us have that pent up rage from all that has gone wrong in our lives. Now, this might seem like too dramatic, but I firmly believe that there’s a greater scheme of things which plays a great role in our daily lives. If it’s not true then how’s it that today of all days when I am wishing I was back in Pune the weather plays to my mood’s tune, with the skies weeping drenching me as I come to work. Yesterday when I was missing everybody so much, the lady from my team who was supposed to work along with me decides to take a leave so that she doesn’t have to get bored with me. That one line “Tomorrow Arabica will be leading the CHC team” (Read tomorrow Arabica will be sitting in the office all alone) hit me in the gut. I was nicely arm-twisted into coming on a Saturday with nobody around. If today’s not the perfect day to miss the long conversations over endless coffees, dinners, lunches, those funny anecdotes we used to share, the bad movies we used to watch just because we had nothing better to do on a Sunday morning, the early-bird movie shows we used to catch at ungodly hours of 8am just because we were so damn broke, I don’t know what is. So here I am I sit typing this post on a lonely lonely Saturday morning, the weather reminiscent of Pune’s lovely rainy season, reliving those fond memories I thought I had left behind in Pune once again…