Post-Resignation Blues

Post-Resignation Blues

I have quit my job. I'll be moving south. The new offer is terrific and all. But then some how it is always tough to leave a place that you have grown to like. Or maybe it is the dawning of the realization that I have to make new friends... get accustomed to the new place and all. On one hand that's an exciting idea but on the other it wears my lazy soul out. Leaving Indore is not gonna be easy.
On the day (night, rather) I first came to Indore I was shaken up big time. It was a cold November night. The temperature was - at best - 6 degree Celsius. It froze all operating equipment of my body, including my brains. I realized what 'numb' meant that night. But I love cold. I prefer to the sweltering hear of Chennai (my home). But as a town Indore is light-years behind Chennai. There are no roads. I mean there are some remnants (of a road laid probably by Aurangazeb or Akbar) that punctuate the potholes. The dust will make even Buddha swear. I hated the place. I don't know why, but now I have grown to 'accept' Indore. The way it is. With all its dust and roadlessness. With its unruly motorists. And of course, I love the cold.
The past couple of years we had water and power scarcity and that added to my woes. This year the monsoon's been good. Too good actually. Probably Indore is happy that it's getting rid of an asshole that hates it.
I live in a single-bedroom flat in a township (a group of apartment complexes for the uninitiated). I used to live in a separate house; me in the ground floor and the land lords in the first. That's where someone stole my first computer. I had bought that PC after dreaming of owning one for three years and it dealt a severe blow Indore's image in my mind. I hated the place. But now, I am a bit sad that I am leaving. It is strange you know. For a person that has never stepped out of his hometown to suddenly travel so much. Live in strange towns. Learn new tongues. But the best thing about living solo is that you can roam around in your jocks in your apartment. Don't look at me like that. It was meant to be a figurative of privacy and freedom. But I think my days of living alone (which I so badly wanted a few years back) are gonna end. I will be married soon. And I don't think I'll miss living alone, for I would die to spend the rest of my life with her. That's a paradox let me rephrase it. I'll kill to live with her. ;-) Reminds me of a song by Tom cochran: Life is a highway:
"Life's like a road that you travel on
When there's ne day here and the next day gone
Somethimes you bend and sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your head to the wind
There's a world outside ev'ry darkened door
Where blues won't haunt you anymore
Where brave are free and lovers soar
Come ride with me to the distant shore
We won't hesitate
Break down the garden's gate
There's not much time left today

Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night long"

Source: http://www.lyricsfind.com/lyrics/7119/71641.php
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