On the move....

I have moved on......

I am now sitting on a bed in a house much bigger than what I need. With a laptop more powerful than what I require. A fridge which is empty except for a bowl of curds, a bottle of water and some beer. A microwave oven in which I boil water. A washing machine that I use maybe once in a fortnight.

I have moved on.....

None of my friends are in town anymore. The golden days are long gone. Is it time to make new ones? Or is it time to find that special one. That sounds so cliche and cheesy that I feel like deleting the line that I just typed. I notice that all the people in my gang are in different parts of the globe. From the ever common United States to the very uncommon New Zealand. Stangely I have been left behind to hold fort.

But I have moved on....

A new thing that is asked when I speak to people is - what about marriage. I try hard to avoid the topic. And so I will skip that topic now.

And move on.....

My personal achivements in my professional life have been good. Apart from writing that one line of code once in a month to convince myself that I am still being paid for being a software engineer, I have tried hard to build positive perceptions. On the way I have made new contacts and friends - desi and otherwise. Contacts, I hear, can take one a long way...

And moving on.....

The thirteenth country on my list, Switzerland, took my breath away. Again a cliche, but I cant help it. I actually had tears in my eyes when I stood at the top of the Alps.The chilly wind blew away the tears before I could comprehend what they were for.

And helped me move on......