And a new year comes in...

Another new year has come..and gone..It is a newer year, with a newer me, in a newer place and newer people around. But there is something about it that never changes, the essence; The feeling of a new beginning that never fades year in and out. It brings with it an opportunity for improvement, room to clean up the messes of the year that went by and make up for all those dirty deeds of the past.

I always overflow with a new sense of energy every new year, strange thoughts run through my head and wonder if thats why everybody comes up with resolutions on the new year, coz they feel it too.. And I presume the level of insanity increases too, coz my list of things-to-do overflowes with the unimaginable.

This year saw some new year resolutions formulated in the deep dungeons too. To list a few, there was a resolve to buy a new guitar and try my hand at it come rain or storm. And there was that one that did something about chewing and biting more humane things than what was happening now. The one to beat was this thing about putting an extra watch on the exercise schedule and burnin down those impossibles. I went to extremes on deciding to get the forms ready and start saving India from all its shitty politics and hypocrisy. That couldnt be beaten by anything else.

Another big in the list that I intend to keep up with was the one about being more regular in Blogging, seem to be getting a hang of it and am liking it too. So the obvious would be for me to continue in the positive. Another thing that I wanna take up this new year is the fire inside for photography. Unlike other times were I've been treating much talked about interests as nto my kind, this seems to be really catching me up, come what may. So wanna go ahead and do something about it.

Published some of my pictures online recently, at Devilsaid Pics. Will keep updating.

Continuing with the new year mood, I also got real frustrated this new year, thanks to the city that i live in. Mumbai seems to be one place where the rich and poor alike know what they want to do and do just that. As I sat at home, with family and a good friend, I realised that I fit not one bit in this city. For here I was sitting at home, while the million others in the city roamed the city streets haywire and partied till dawn. Now I cant decide which side I'd rather be in but I just dont fit I know. It wasnt very bad though. A ride out in the night at 12 and an icecream treat after that was quite a start to the new year, i wont disagree.

I donot know whether life is any different now in the new year. Its the same viscious cycle of code, deploy, bug fix, requirement analysis and code. But the prospect of a new year is sure the sign of new hope, to start a fresh start

Workplace of a new Kind.

It was a lazy November Saturday when around 15 of us from the SupportCentral Team decided to loosen up and spend some time together outside the office. 8am (pretty early for us in the general shift!) saw a few of us desperately waking the rest up to reach Destination Malad on time. Food was picked up from the canteen and carried over to ensure we never missed out on that.


We rode autos to reach Marve Jetty, to catch the steamer that would transport us to our Final Destination - Manori Beach. We missed the steamer by a minute and thought what better way to spend the delay time than with a game of beach volley! After a quick game to get us on our feet, we sailed over to Manori to Domonica's resort, where we had a room booked to dump all our belongings and rest our souls after the trip.

The minute we set foot on Manori we felt like we'd crossed boundaries and walked into a totally new world, untouched by the modern rat race and unaware of the mad city rush. Tall coconut trees lined the mud roads, and fish dried on road ends; koli women caught up with their whining children while their men toiled tough with the fish. It seemed worth every minute.



In the resort, we started out by winding down and danced our mid day to whacky numbers from the latest movies blasting out. The Ronaldos and Ronaldinhos were compromised in the football game that followed. The day also saw us walking around aimlessly in the lovely resort, some more dancing and playing the weirdest games any one could conjure up. The best part was us lying soaking wet in the beach, cooling the heat off. Some of us relived those lost childhood days, playing 'Shop', 'Four Squares' and the likes.

Never before had food tasted that fine, for we were exhausted after all the dancing and playing. We served ourselves enough to last the day through. There was a second round of games and a lazy walk on the beach post lunch. As the sun slowly found home near the end of scope, our minds relaxed with the silent lashes of the sea, thoughts wandering somewhere near the horizon.



All through this, time flashed by and we failed to realize it till it was time to leave. We retraced, back to reality, with an enriched mind and a rejuvenated body, ready to take on everyday life with a stronger zeal.