As the calendar date changes to 7th September 2009, I enter the next phase of my life, i.e., my job life at Microsoft. Even though I am very excited about this, I cannot stop the overwhelming memories of my past which keep making me nostalgic. What seem very small, unimportant events when they occur, become very strong memories.
I still remember the day when I had gone to Osmania University along with Shashank, Shikha and Somani (I am sorry if I missed out any) to a Microsoft presentation on Visual Studio 2005. There was a quiz that day and the finally four teams were to be selected for the contest. The fact that only four teams were to be selected among the large number of participants made our chance very dim. There were many people of various years. So, it ranged from first year to fourth year participants, and I being merely a first year didn’t expect reaching the stage. But as the names of the four final teams were called out, suddenly, my name was called out. Though we (I had called up Shashank as my team mate for the final quiz) finished fourth in that quiz, reaching the final round was in itself a great feeling. Little did I know that three years from then, I will be working in Microsoft and that too in Visual Studio Development team as an intern and getting a pretty nice review and clearing three PPIs and getting a PPO to end up in Microsoft.
Apart from that, I was among the top 250 participants in Google India Code JAM (Jan 2006) in my first year, 2nd rank in B. Tech. in a batch of 101 and many more of such stuff, but these seemingly more important events actually do not end up as strong memories. The things I remember and that still keep me alive are the ones with my friends and family, because without their support, I cannot find life motivating enough to live on.
I may be sounding like a pessimist, but it is true, and I think not only for me but for all of us, because whatever we do, who ever we are, we still need friends. By friends I do not mean simply any person you talk to every day. By friends I mean true friends, who believe you even though the world says you are wrong or bad and surprisingly it is just the faith they show on the fact that you are good and care they can make the thought of others about you or even your failures just minor thing.
About this, I have been lucky. Wherever I have gone, I have had at least one person whom I can really call my true friend, be it Raipur or Durg or here at Hyderabad. I just added this to my new blog. I will write more about them and the memories later.
PS1: Today is my last day of Amazon internship
PS2: Leaving for my hometown tonight
