I am the bomb!
Life has completed another small circle after I ventured out of my state five years back for an MBA . It started from Pune, where I came across various permutations and combinations of human beings and that of tasty food. Then, like one of my old acquaintances (who was obsessed with alternate phrases and hashtags) might put it across, I had to shift my coordinates to N20.0014° N, 73.7869° E or Nashik as we call it. In between the shuttling between Nashik, Bangalore and Kerala, Bangalore became a second home. This followed by the wedlock and I shifted to Bangalore for my bread and (peanut) butter.
Then one fine day, I was fed up of having peanut butter and looked out for a better meal. On a totally unrelated note, I ended up in a new job in Bangalore and my new team sits in Pune. Now I travel to Pune once in a while, completing another little circle drawn with my MBA as the centre. Though I do not get much time to explore the city, I enjoy these trips, because they're short and infrequent. And I believe, more than the place, a few friends (and foes) who are the reason for all undying memories, are special.
So last month, it was Pune all over again and this time it was a little different. After a day packed with meetings and work, I was fighting my hunger pangs at the guest house and watching some movie on television, followed by a call from a friend asking me that if everything's fine. I concealed the fact that I'm as hungry as a wolf and told her "yeah, everything's good'. As the conversation progressed I realized that there was a series of blasts in the city. This was followed by a couple panicky phone calls from parents, after which I called up and informed my wife that I'm in the guest house, counting minutes to dinner, hence safe.
Next day I went to office and my flight to Bangalore was in the evening. One of my colleagues asked if I could carry some Lanyards to the Bangalore office as it's an urgent requirement. Well, how heavy can a few lanyards be ? Wrong introspection, weight is just one criteria! There were ten sets of red and blue lanyards, each of the sets had 10 lanyards (10X10=100), nicely rolled with the metal part inside, in plastic covers. I stuffed them in my two bags and headed to the airport. As my car reached the main entrance, I was asked by a police officer to open the bag, he was intrigued by the lanyards with metal finish, which was rolled in like some strange stuff. After two minutes of explanation, he let me in, but I sensed the looming danger.
Because of the serial blasts, security was further tightened up and my bags were checked, from the main gate of the airport to the check in counter. There was at least four additional luggage checks, and everywhere I was asked to explain what I am carrying, which of course took some serious convincing. At the check-in point my bags were scanned thrice and I requested the security personnel to take the lanyard out and check, if required. It was an exhaustive exercise, but I am proud that our airport security is extremely alert about the safety of passengers. And for me,at the end of the day, it was something to laugh about. As 'Mater' says in Cars 2, "I was the bomb"!
Then one fine day, I was fed up of having peanut butter and looked out for a better meal. On a totally unrelated note, I ended up in a new job in Bangalore and my new team sits in Pune. Now I travel to Pune once in a while, completing another little circle drawn with my MBA as the centre. Though I do not get much time to explore the city, I enjoy these trips, because they're short and infrequent. And I believe, more than the place, a few friends (and foes) who are the reason for all undying memories, are special.
So last month, it was Pune all over again and this time it was a little different. After a day packed with meetings and work, I was fighting my hunger pangs at the guest house and watching some movie on television, followed by a call from a friend asking me that if everything's fine. I concealed the fact that I'm as hungry as a wolf and told her "yeah, everything's good'. As the conversation progressed I realized that there was a series of blasts in the city. This was followed by a couple panicky phone calls from parents, after which I called up and informed my wife that I'm in the guest house, counting minutes to dinner, hence safe.
Next day I went to office and my flight to Bangalore was in the evening. One of my colleagues asked if I could carry some Lanyards to the Bangalore office as it's an urgent requirement. Well, how heavy can a few lanyards be ? Wrong introspection, weight is just one criteria! There were ten sets of red and blue lanyards, each of the sets had 10 lanyards (10X10=100), nicely rolled with the metal part inside, in plastic covers. I stuffed them in my two bags and headed to the airport. As my car reached the main entrance, I was asked by a police officer to open the bag, he was intrigued by the lanyards with metal finish, which was rolled in like some strange stuff. After two minutes of explanation, he let me in, but I sensed the looming danger.
Because of the serial blasts, security was further tightened up and my bags were checked, from the main gate of the airport to the check in counter. There was at least four additional luggage checks, and everywhere I was asked to explain what I am carrying, which of course took some serious convincing. At the check-in point my bags were scanned thrice and I requested the security personnel to take the lanyard out and check, if required. It was an exhaustive exercise, but I am proud that our airport security is extremely alert about the safety of passengers. And for me,at the end of the day, it was something to laugh about. As 'Mater' says in Cars 2, "I was the bomb"!
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| I'm the bomb!| Image courtesy: Pixar wiki |
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