Just got back from a birthday celebration. It's Pratik "Bada Aadmi" Shah's birthday today. I and Akshat got him a cake with "Happy Birth day Prik" wriiten on it(That wasn't intended ha, it was the shopkeeper's mistake). The first question Pratik asked after seeing the cake was the one I expected "Eggless hai na ?" Then came the laughter riot. Pratik couldn't read what was written on the cake and I read it aloud as "Dekh yeh hai H, A, P, P, Y............." Vimal went mad laughing, seeing my childishness.
But I realized my childishness long back when I stepped into the "Cisco" part of my life. Whether it is ironing clothes, shopping household goods, bargainig for house rent or playing FIFA. Everything just made me relaize how immature I was. I am a 22 year old who has forgotten to grow up.
Other than correcting misunderstanding about my growing up, this "Cisco" life or say "Bangalore" life has given me a number of memories.
I want to start with the initial days at our place. Lets' start with a weekend. A normal weekend in our home (303 Elegant Legacy, that's all I know in the address !! ) would start with the sun rays falling straight on my eyes. My bed is straight before the balcony in east so I am the first person sun greets every morning. I love it daily. That gives me some kind of enthu and makes me ready for the work. But on weekends, this "Wake up Sid" from sun is highly unappreciated. Then the day proceeds to taking bath. Bathroom is mine today because Vimal does not bath on weekends. (He's going to kill me for this one) sometimes. After the bath comes the dilemma of cooking breakfast. As soon as I step in the kitchen I pray Pratik isn't around. But from somewhere he drops in and then starts his kitchen C.I.D "Yeh yaha kyu hai, yeh andar nahi rakha, woh dhoya nahi, yeh saaf toh kiya kar.........." (Now Pratik is not going to allow me in kitchen) . But that is for everyone's good, I agree.
Then comes the real "Weekend" time i.e. the time to orkut, chat, fifa and google around for some Java articles and Arsenal/Football wallpapers. Vimal keeps smiling and giggling as he chats sitting right in front of me. God knows does he really chat with "friends " or some "khaas friend". Then suddenly Pratik shouts "Sidddheshhhhhhhhhhhh.......jaldi aa.......Kya goal mara f**k". And I run to see one more new strategy in fifa. Then the footballer (virtual) in me awakes and we start a arsenal vs liverpool (2 player on lan, me and Pratik). He keeps on making attacking moves and I keep defending. Finally, after the 90th minute his Torres scroes the first goal of the match and he wins 0-1.
After this, Akshat, the hard worker gets up. As soon as he remembers the fact that he is in Cisco working on some MPLS, he catches hold of Vimal or Pratik and starts discussing what he did last night. I am sure they are confused whether he is describing his work or his last night's dream. But the way Pratik maintains his expression that time is awesome. I have to compliment him as a "good listener".
Then comes Shyam Tiwari's tiffin. Weekend is generally the day of sweetdish. But I dont know what technology ST has that reads people's mind -- whenever we forget about the weekend sweet dish, he send it. But if, by mistake, we remember then there is no sweetdish.
Then comes the nap time and the tea time. The day continues with some more FIFA and googling after tea till twilight. Then is the time for Nilgiri's Chicken Puff. (I love it). I am alone for that. Vimal and Pratik being veg. and Aksht being too busy for that.
The day concludes with ST's dinner tiffin which is by then back to normal. Again discussions start for having a cook, cooking ourselves etc. and they are forgotten at the end of the dinner. We go back to our laptops and I get ready for a new week, some more knowledge, new sprint, new codes and new tests and a new strength to miss my family, friends and city.
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