and so it begins....

i have moved on from my organization, to another having a more nomadic job nature, consulting. and it started with traveling from west to east coast just for the orientation training. good to start with, i always wanted to travel. somehow traveling is some sort of a philosophical experience for me, it gives me so much time to slow down and ponder over things. and this time, I had much food for thought, in more ways than one.

i was in NJ for 3 days, and the 2nd day, some of our colleagues went for dinner. one of us drove us to the restaurant and back, in toto a journey of hardly 30-40 minutes. but boy, what a ride that was, we almost got hit twice by two different trucks - and i wont blame them. It was totally and absolutely our driver's fault. and that too when the driver was supposedly a veteran, pushing gas for almost 20-25 years now. there was 4 of us except him, and as wise thoughts prevailed, we never traveled with that gentleman again, despite his earnest offers to give us rides later.

and then this strange incident in the return air trip. there was a hostess, cute, though not exactly a bombshell. somehow the passenger sitting next to me started asking her name and where she was based in - not in an offensive manner, but very politely and somewhat professionally. no there were no "service" issues - i thought that he was a writer or something, or maybe he was compiling some sort of data about air-hostesses (you never know with all sort of surveys and studies going on). what ensued after that was a couple of trips from other staff, and finally postponing this matter to the discretion of the ground supervisor when we would land. i don't know what happened after that, though I see this person chatting with the airlines staff when I was moving out of the airport.


and now time for an old poem:

whoever promised eternal sunshine,
was blind to the joy of dancing in rain,
and all the happiness at the end of the rainbow,
might make u overlook the virtues of pain,

so, lets say, be grateful even for strife,
but still hope, and dream, for rest of ur life.
believe, and keep the faith, its ne'er too late,
not everything comes with an expiry date.