I wonder why the Sunday entry in my diary provides me only 4 lines to write. Is it a cost-cutting measure from manufacturer or is it a hidden message that I must take it easy and relax on Sunday? Could it be driven by a survey result that Sundays are in general not memorable enough to write about? Or the Monday morning’s pending reports got something to do with it? I would have loved to scribble more about plausible reasons but alas I have ran out of space.
It’s strange that I had almost forgotten the significance of this day i.e. 26 May unless I saw a few status updates from my batch-mates that today is our first graduation anniversary. A year back, this is the day I got my Bachelor’s degree from Prof. Gautam Barua, director of IIT Guwahati. It’s hard to believe that only an year has gone by since that day.
Several events seems to have taken place in last 12 months and that’s why it’s probably hard to believe that all that has happened just in a year’s time. There were quite a few changes in the environment and lifestyle. Let me see if I could summarize what changed in last year.
Firstly, the most apparent change was from college environment to work environment. Then we used to go to lectures and pretended to listen, now we go to the office and hope we can pretend to work but there’s a manager in the office who is there to ensure that we work so that he can pretend to work. Jokes apart, the change of environment has meant inculcating a routine in life which sometimes starts to make life a bit monotonous.
Secondly, the change was in how we lived outside the work environment i.e. the living environment. The changes could be seen in how we became regular visitors to groceries store, how we had to think of managing expenses, think about managing your monthly budget and think about saving taxes by making investments.
Thirdly, the change in relationships. The ‘relation’ of friendship was replaced by the ‘graph’ of networking. In some cases, partly due to circumstances and mostly due to people involved, the college friends became more like acquaintances and some mere acquaintances become your confiders. Well, actually I am not surprised about such cases, maybe because of the changes I had gone through.
I feel these are the major changes I have experienced since last year. Apart from these there have been a change of viewpoint on the significance of weekends and the significance of team outings. In terms of events, an emphasis on making the weekends significant resulted in bike trips, trekking trips, vacation trips, movie shows, lavish dinners, coffee breaks, booze parties etc. Indeed, hard to believe only an year has gone by.
(Contd. from Sticky Note: part 2 )
December 12, 2010:
Last night, after realizing that I can read, I was thrilled with the chance of finally knowing the reason behind my prolonged existence. Since, the environment was very silent and based on my observations over the past few weeks, I expected that it would remain the same way for quite a long period of time. I tried to get his attention by shouting at the top of my voice.
He was perhaps surprised to hear something suddenly amid the silence. He looked around to locate the source of that noise. I shouted once again.
“Hey, look at your adjacent wall … yes, look straight at me, your reflection with the same origin, with the same yellowish skin … yes, I can talk and so can you. We are of the same family.”
“Oh.. yes, I can see you. How are you doing brother? I have seen you stuck on this wall for what seems like an eternity. We always talked about you in our family and we always wondered how is it that you have survived so far and endured such a lonely life.”
“I, too, have wondered over the same question. I wish I knew the answer. Maybe you can help me in finding the answer. Do you know that you can read as well?”
“Oh! is it? I didn’t know that.”
“Yes, I can and hence, so can you. I can read that ‘r-e-v-i-e-w s-y-e-d’ is written on your skin. Can you help me by reading what’s written on my skin? I suspect that may answer why or how I have survived destruction so far.”
“Sure! I can read that ‘c-h-a-n-g-e y-o-u-r s-t-a-t-u-s’ is written over your body. Not sure, what it means.”
“Thanks. I am also not sure what it means.”
And so ended my attempt to resolve the mystery behind my existence. I am still not sure if what was written over me had something to do with it. I am still not sure if those letters had something to do with his mysterious, shy smile whenever he looked at me.
I have now resigned myself to my fate and I await my destruction by his hands whenever he decides to take me off this wall, scrap me and toss me into a dark container where I have seen others of my clan go and disappear.