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30 May 2013

A milestone... whole year at Flipkart, one year of being all 'grown up', one year of living by myself, away from everything and everyone I collectively call 'home'.

One year since I stepped into the blue/yellow office, cold as a coffin just the way I like it (:P), with semi-quaky knees, completely unsure of what was expected of me and blank as to what I wanted from them - literally straight out of cosseted life in college and as green as can possibly be.

Against my nature, somehow, I chose to be quiet rather than faff around like I do, I chose to observe rather than act for the first time in my life. Which is why I don't know how to react when people think that I'm a quiet person. I learnt, wrote, wrote some more and had fun, a lot of it and continue to do so.

A long list of people who have made it awesome despite rainy clouds, you know who you are - thank you. Right from a TL who I look up to (Manju :D), to pretty editors I adore/d (Rosie, Sherry) to friends who make even 20 articles sound like a breeze,
1) Jamie - I will never tire of bubbles jokes, ever :D Thank you for the corporate guidance, for mentoring me for free, for teaching me the importance of confidence - despite everything.
2) Raghul - punching you is the highlight of some days and just because I punch well doesn't mean I'm not a girl. Thank you for trance and entertainment and the plans. Co-conspiring editor-to-be and only other person with the annoying OCD of correcting people while they are in the middle of a sentence :P
3) Anin - miniature, you're just cute. Just. Cute. So many laughs I have because of you, love, so many :D
4) Madhu - suchafunnyouare, especially when you behave like a dumb dodo around a smartphone :P You should be on stage somewhere with all your guard mimicks and parallel bays and batmen and whatnot and I'll be in the front seat cackling my turkey cackle :D
5) Divya, Nuru, Nijay, Bobby Darling... and all the others... For laughing at my jokes, for holding me around the waist and saying hi when I pass by, for being my one true epic fail crush :D (I know you have no idea I exist and ain't I glad of that), for vanilla scented perfumes and so much more. 

The darty coffee, ginger tea, green tea (blegh) in the (in)famous pantry (where a lot more than just coffee happens/ed:D) with the ITPL view - my life in Flipkart is as close to perfect as I could possibly wish for. And of course, Myarathy and Nijjin, my Flipkart accounts are and will always be incomplete without the two of you... every story starts with you both.

And the office I stepped unsurely into, is where I remember laughing the hardest.

I've surprised myself with my own work ethics, the standards I set for myself in corporate jungle, the lines I never tried toeing despite having freedom like never before - I didn't think I was made that way. While it has still been thorns and roses throughout, the Corporate HAS given me a show of faith and Bengaluru HAS enfolded me into its super dirty arms, and somehow, that means a lot to me.

Some say I have changed but I know how naive and foolishly trusting I still am, so I fail to see the change. Others say that living alone has made me a little rough around the edges but the struggle of daily existence gets to all of us, one time or the other, no? More importantly, I'm still as hare-brained, as socially awkward and as bad a conversationalist as ever was.

Sew the rough patches and the happy days with the thread of frustration and laughter, line the corners with tears of both hysterical laughter and utter depression and weave in some colors of satisfaction and monotony, there is the security blanket that has been my life in Flipkart.

Maybe I've grown as a person, maybe I've learned a few lessons the hard way, maybe I did a few things right. Or maybe not. But it has been the perfect end to a year that I will never ever forget in my life for more reasons than I can count... Proud to be a Flipkartian.

And, as always, tomorrow is a new day, a fresh start, yet another page that I'm dying to scribble on.

P.S: Since I started blogging I promised myself that I wouldn't make it a point to write narcisstically, with a lot of 'I's that nobody gives a flying foo-didly-dee about. But allow me this, please?

P.P.S: For those on my FB, sorry for the repeat telecast :P