In February 2010, I was in a cold
leather seat in Satyam Cinemas, Chennai as I sat mesmerised by the world of
Ryan Bingham. Who is this Ryan Bingham you say? He was a high flying
specialist, on a mission that spanned the Length and breadth of the Stars and Stripes nation. A corporate downsizer, he lived the motto of 'What's in Your Backpack?'. That movie defined the world of a
travelling professional to me. Living out of a quickly packed suitcase, quick
reflex movements as you clear airport security and the plastic, oh the love for
plastic. That was what I wanted to be.
Life interestingly gives you
things in ways you don't expect. Oh, I'm not a Jet Set professional chalking up
frequent flier miles as if they were bonus stars in a Nintendo game as I
headed off to save the princess. Nor am I swiping plastic at every nook and
corner buying Omega or Seville Row. Yet, in the last 10 months, starting from the 7th of September 2012, I have managed
to live in five different cities/towns/villages, packed and unpacked a dozen
times, met a million new people (made new interesting friends) taken every mode
of transport known to man(Except a bullock cart perhaps) and slept in buses/friend's
couches/in the comfort of home as well, all in the pursuit of that one elusive
thing. What is that thing you may ask. 'I'm not exactly sure' would be the appropriate answer most of the time. 'I'm looking for a career opportunity' would be
vaguely accurate, but not completely to the point.
I sit in the relative comforts of
a jet turbine powered aluminium can, 36,000ft up in the air, Anoushka Shankar
playing the role of invisible companion. I ask myself these questions as I
head home, from another home 3000km away. What now? What I'm looking for is
probably an answer. Obvious right? Are you sure? It's an answer to numerous
questions that themselves are not sure what they should be asking, so how can
you be sure that is what I'm looking for? Not sure of what to say? Yeah, I
thought so.
To your right is an emergency
exit. Please pull the cover open and then release the lever to open the hatch.
Please keep the pathway clear at all times. The Silken Maiden in Green looked
at me till I feigned understanding, then gave a quick smile and left, her
orange tresses wavering. Where did that breeze come from just as she walked
away gently caressing her hair? Inside a pressurised can that too. The
instructions pre-flight come to mind as I spot the hatch by my side. I wonder
if she'll disapprove if I did a mock drill while in mid air. Suppose she
secretly did want me to. To end it all. Maybe that's why they're called Sirens.
I look around, a pot belly deep in slumber. The hatch sounds more enticing. Another aisle down, a cherub is asleep cutely and comfortably. But perhaps, it's in everyone's
best interests if I left the hatch alone.
Another Orange Silken maiden strolls
past, curious as to why I'm staring at the Smokey bowtie that lights up now and
then in the sky above. The visual still remains a bit of a blur, but I'd have to guess tresses
was not the Orange Maiden's thing. Back to that middling cursor that keeps blinking on screen.
Nope, still no answer to those questions. The detour into Luka's view of the
world did not help. Note to self. Consult Calvin's doctor before the black bag
that I've comfortably had sat in the seat next to me and even buckled up during
take-off starts talking to me. Just a second, he wants a blanket. Hmm, I might
be a tad too late on the doctor front.
Oh well, enough pondering. Enough
of your pseudo intellect and supposed knack for untold fiction. The Overlord called.
He wants his contraption back. So, It's time to put the seatbacks upright and
the trays back into position. it's time to land back to reality. And just to
put the reader at ease then about my mental abilities, so, who am I and what
should I be doing? Well all I know for now is, I am Aswin, and I shall just
continue living the life I'm meant to live.
P.S. PFA a copy of my resume.
Please review my profile and advise on any suitable vacancies that you may be
hiring for. If you're not a part of the Human Resources team, please refer me
to a suitable Human resource person. Your help is most appreciated.
P.P.S PFA-Please Find Attached - Tech Jargon is a necessity to enter the world of management. Or so they say....
P.P.S PFA-Please Find Attached - Tech Jargon is a necessity to enter the world of management. Or so they say....
1 comment:
an idle mind is the devil's workshop, nay? :P
Welcome back
Cheers
CRD
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