It all started on Wednesday, 27th July 2016, when i was working usually in the office where i used to work before and suddenly i came to know that the joining date had been announced on the website and that i had to report a week later, on Wednesday, 3rd August 2016. Finally, a nuclear power plant, my dream place where i had planned to be working since my intermediate. In such a short notice period i had to resign from SSGCL instantly, making the HR department mad, having the colleagues confused and astonished to leave them on the very next day. Many people told me against my decision including the SGM HR telling me that the place where i am going is not as charming as this corporate organization (which i realized it later after i actually got into the plant).
This is how life works, you meet people, make memories and then you move on. That didn’t prove to be a very bad decision of my life. It was a whole new experience, having people from all over the country with different style, accents, body languages, hair styles, “heads & eyes” and of course the “external” beauty (internal doesn’t matter anyway). I am not sure about the others (and who cares anyway because they say don’t let the behavior of others destroy your inner peace; just kidding) but i actually learned a whole lot and experienced so many different aspects of life. Hostel life, a new thing for me, turned out to be one of the best things. Never before i knew that people who have never been to a sea before in their lives, when they see it for the first time how they actually react to its vastness and enormousness with no boundaries, more lively and vigorous than how it is shown in the movies.
The whole year proved to be the finest of all the past academic years. Including group studies in the rooms, staying up late the night before exams, classroom training and the fear of TDs, on-job training and the long and harsh shifts (for chemical and electrical engineers; they paid for those cruel circuit diagrams and ruthless PIDs), of course the Chinese Language, late night games of badminton and volleyball, mess and the “quality” food, the beaches and the bazars and the museums and the long bike rides, rains, sea breezes, Ramadhan and suhoor and iftars, and then there were the mishaps, setbacks, misfortunes which, looking back now, don’t matter at all.
There’s so much else to it which can’t all be described in mere words, and that is gonna live with us forever. They say all those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain but our group will beg to differ. In short, life happened. In all its beauty, pleasures, contentments and delights. Life happened, classified yet not so classified..