Oh NO, Not Again!

Since the last couple of weeks, I had been chalking out a topic to write about on my blog the night before but yesterday was just so darn listless to think of anything. So, sitting before my new TFT (Thin-Film Transistor) monitor, I just happened to share this fact preceded by the latest developments in my highly turbulent life with my colleague, who urged me to write "about it and myself instead of other people." So here goes, I bare my soul for you.

The highlight (or rather the downside) of yesterday was the receipt of an OM (Office Memorandum) stating that my services were no longer needed in the Centre and that I shall now have to report to the Headquarters in Kolkata. My reaction, "Wait a minute, does that mean I have to MOVE AGAIN! Oh NOOOOOOOOO..."

I had finally gotten my life back (so to speak) and had just begun to lead and enjoy a commoner's life. My little abode was in prefect state (surprisingly enough) and was finally leading a laid back life in years but this jolt from the blue (read the competent authority, or so it says in the OM anyways) has upset everything.

The only saving grace is my upcoming result that I try ever so hard not to think about if only the world would let me. A simple 'Hello' is always succeeded by " So, when's the result coming?" To the extent that the Chief Administrative Officer of the organisation gave me his personal email id the other day to let him know the good (or bad I invariably add each time) news! I have had to listen to such lame excuses for this overzealousness like: "we ask because we know you'll get through as you've worked so hard." Wish it were that EASY eh!

All my aspirations (read plans for things to do, places to visit, people to be with) appear to be going haywire. I cannot think of another time when the future wore such a jazzy robe of unpredictability. In the past it was kind enough to lay low adorning a mysterious black cloak but this time around, there are just so many variables in the equation that the solution seems next to impossible.

I knew my frustation level was way past the threshold level when, much to my father's delight, I sometime back blurted, "please marry me off... least then I'll have a stable homestead.."

As I try ever so hard to JUST BE, am reminded of a line from a Savage Garden song titled 'Promises': but patience and elated wisdom don't share a common phrase...

After pouring my heart out to my parents over the phone, there was only so much they could do! Will try to remember what my father said, " So as of things stand now, you are going to Kolkata on the... and coming back on the... and as and when the result comes, we'll take it from there. A number of permutations and combinations are possible but let's not waste our time on that. ENJOY your life right now."

Me: "But father I want to play with the variables and speculate, what if this... and then....Gosh, all this is actually hilarious... this cannot be happening.. I simply cannot shift.. it is simply not humanely possible for me."

Glad to announce that my tumultuous soul is resting now after sense finally prevailed as I accepted my powerlessness in doing anything about it.

In fact, father just called to ask how I was doing?
HANGING IN THERE DAD!