Deja Do

One hundred and seventeen days. That’s the gap between my last post and now.
It’s been a whirlwind, these past 117 days. Lemme try and recap: I quit my job, got a new job, quit that job and came back to the old job. Phew!
In this to and fro business, I also happened to bruise some pretty important egos, lose touch with some old colleagues, make fast friends with new colleagues (some even shed tears when I took the exit route) only to lose touch with them, made a “non straying” pact with Godfather, worried my parents sick, worried Godfather sick, worried myself sick with my apathy but FINALLY I think I HAVE got a grip on myself and my work situation!
Like I joked with a friend, “Maybe, just maybe, The Third Eye (go figure!) is my marriage.” After all isn’t a marriage about common vision, common values, common beliefs and comfort? It’s a nice sounding theory, no? Fits well. Sounds cool. Trying it out. Let me see how long I stick with it?
Till then, there is another story to be filed, another deadline to be abused and then respected and another story to be filed.
Sometimes even if you turn the page, life throws up the same page once again, only this one has a different design!
Maybe that’s the fine print.