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Leave me out with the waste, this is not what I do. It's the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you. It's the wrong time, she's pulling me through. It's a small crime and I have got no excuse! Is that alright if I give away my gun when it's loaded? If you don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it? -- 9 Crimes

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Leave me out with the waste, this is not what I do. Its the wrong kind of place to be cheating on you. Its the wrong time, she's pulling me through. It's a small crime and I've got no excuse. Is that alright if I give my gun away when its loaded? If you dont shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it? -- 9 Crimes

Thursday, June 22, 2006

One day in a MNC


So the exams are finally over.... :-) month long exams can really play havoc with one's life and i mean when i say it. MDU exams are a complete mind-fuck, to say the least. waise i am a half engineer too now ;-0
i have my training in HCL,noida and these HCL guys turned out to be complete golibaaz. so there i was in noida all alone....feeling fucked up. and then i decided to visit my cousin manu bhaiya in Freescale semiconductors where he works. careerwise he is exactly where i want to be one day....he's into VLSI fabrication and stuff. its a pretty cool job, lots of money but very demanding as well. his office occupies four floors of the Express Trade Tower,Filmcity,Noida though they would have shifted to the building next door by the time i post this. from the moment i stepped into the building to the last sip of coffee(i must ve drunk ten cups i guess) i was absolutely awestruck. most of you must have heard about the americanised atmosphere which prevails in such MNCs but the influence i had was more than just firanginess-pe-fida thing. the security arrangements made me feel as if i was about to enter a top-secret scientific lab. the very idea of being one of those who have the power to access it is so fascinating. i couldnt....so cant say what goes on behind those electrically-controlled steel doors. super computers, robots...???? didnt ask bhaiya either....i ll find it out for myself one day. there was a cafeteria on each floor in front of those resticted-entry corridors with only one of them being accessible for registered visitors. man, how privileged i felt! though i spent most of my time sitting there, drinking coffee, eating Good-Day biscuits and reading The Monk who sold his Ferrari which i had just started reading yet the day was an eye-opener in many respects. it was a phase which each one of us experiences at one point of our life....whats the purpose of my life and stuff. before going there i was aimless in life but now i have one. the day made me feel one with myself....i know the best has begun. i realised how important it is for one to have priorities in life, personal and professional. i pray i dont dwindle on this path of resurrection...amen.

5 Comments:

Blogger m still here... said...

all d best dear..

7:59 PM  
Blogger PrimaDonna said...

thanks buddy..

1:09 AM  
Blogger twodogsblogging said...

Mansi, I love your "About Me" statement. I can so relate.

9:31 AM  
Blogger PrimaDonna said...

hmm...sahi mein yar. kitna maza aaega??? dreams......

12:15 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hi..

5:29 AM  

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