From Shorts to Trousers

How does it feels to step into a new new world? How does it feels to leave a complete world with every little happiness 1200 km behind and move on with setting up a new one? A few years back I had these questions in my mind when I would acquaint someone moving away from home. Now I know all the answers. It feels good and bad. Sweet and sour at the same time. I was a lot excited about it. Not that I was leaving my home,family and friend behind but about those that I’d make now.

Pune was better than I expected. After a lot of this as that, finally that day comes when you step into a new life. It took me great struggle to get what I have right now. I was never the brightest of the lot I was in, but for some reason, I had my moments every now and then when I would out perform myself and amuse the whole bunch of people around me and even myself. It takes a lot more to prove your worth to people who despise you. IT TAKES A LOT OF PATIENCE. Yes it does. It takes a lot of effort to ignore those people and keep doing things your way. You need to break their rules. You need to break bad.

Last 45 days have been quite an experience for me. Saw a lot of things that altered me as a person. Felt a lot of things that nurtured me a human. Made some fabulous bonds with great people. Learnt things monstrously. Missed home equally. And most of all, been away from this digital personal space for a long time. 😀 Maybe it was due to lack of motivation. Working in my new job I learnt that you tend to work more effectively when you are being recognized for it. I recently realized that my minute digital print on WordPress was being missed. 🙂

I also met few people I would not call “the best alive on earth. 😀 Sorry folks, but that’s that. I can’t pretend to like someone whom I don’t. This corporate world ,at times, makes you doubt your own judgement of people. But I am not gonna break this month long fast of digital silence with bitching about people around me. (Come on, don’t loathe me,everybody likes to bitch about others).

Music has been my soul mate here. It liberates me from all the shit in this world. And when the only thing you do for 8 hrs in a day is listen to music, it kind of start defining your life. You start to connect every single event of the day to the songs you listen. You grow more and more sensitive to sounds. Any type of music starts to sooth your senses. It kind of becomes your drug. It becomes your refuge from all the mental fatigue. It is your stress buster at work. It is your entertainer at home. When you live alone in a new city with new people around you, you certainly need something that can get you high, can get you shut the whole world mentally and take you to a paradise where you rule, where it’s your wish. Some people find this high in booze. I do in music. Weather and a pair of headphones is all I need to feel complete here.

It’s difficult to move to a new city all by yourself. But there have been very few sour experiences. Most of the memories that I have captured in the last 45 days are gonna last for a long time. It makes you feel disgusting to share the same room with someone you don’t know well enough. But that’s when practicality hits you on the face. And slowly you start to ADJUST.

It took me around a week to adjust to this new life. But every now and then there have been turns and twists. Every few weeks there was something new to adjust to. And after 45 days in this city, this is the first weekend when I could sit down, plug in my music and write this blog. That’s how unappealingly eventful my weekends have been. But I love this weekend. No cloths to launder, no utensils to wash. This is “ME TIME”. Apparently I did not realize that I needed this break more than anything until one of my rommie did this. I feel good. Sitting in the balcony with my playlist dancing in my head. This is so good. And the best part is, Sunday is yet to come. Probably tomorrow I’ll read something. But first I am gonna enjoy today, finish this blog, go for a long walk in the pleasantly cold Pune’s evenings. Eat an ice cream maybe and then come back home, sleep early today. That’s my plan for today. It might seem the most boring weekend that anybody could ever spend but that’s me. That’s how I like my weekends. I’d prefer to spend time with myself than party outside with others. I like to socialize a lot but I like to go out on dates with myself more.

I have no idea what the next few month’s gonna bring form me, but whatever they may be, I know I’ll find a way to make the most out of them… 🙂

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A week with the Indian Air Force

I’ve never been more than 50 Km away from my parents alone for more than 2 days and when I was, I was mostly under my blood relative’s protection. Not that I despised being with them, I voluntarily stayed with them. The point I want to prove is that I’ve never been on my own for once in 21 years. I never had the chance to live in hostel, or maybe went out for an outing that lasted more that one night. When I cleared AFCAT’s cutoff and received a call letter for the Service Selection Board(SSB) process I was excited. I’d heard before about the life that one experiences in SSB and how one remembers it throughout his life. I didn’t want to let this slot get filled with another week of boring life that I live here.

I scheduled my SSB date on 23 June, 3 months after I received the call. I chose this date specifically making critical analysis of a lot of things. I knew that my end term exams would be finished somewhere around mid June and then my Job would begin on 1 July. I also had a lot to do on my body which was expanding in every direction possible. Hence I joined a Gym the next week. The next three months passed with me working my ass out to burn as many kilos as I could. Precisely, a call for AFSB(Air Force Selection Board)  was the impulse I needed.

The judgement day came and I left for the unfamiliar destination, with a lot of doubts and a little fret. Nonetheless, I arrived there and the next few hours were hard to recall. Everything happened fast or maybe it didn’t. Maybe it was because I was drowsy as I could hardly close my eyes in the 7 hour-long journey via train. First day was a screening round. One had to clear all the tests on day one to proceed to phase two that would be 5 days long. I cleared it. Yes with my eyes almost closed half the time I managed to get through. We all were allotted a chest number, kind-of like an identification for the next 5 days. We all would henceforth be officially referred by our chest number. I was chest number 19. Whenever i heard this, I made my chest swell about 2 inches and I would feel ,for no reason, like an AirForce officer, though it was still a distant dream.

Next few days were a bunch of test that would test our psychology,physical fitness, group management and behavior, pilot aptitude test and what not. Group task were something I enjoyed the most.  Group Discussions, Group Obstacle Tasks, Group Planning etc were the most fun part of the stay. All these task made me feel different form the civilian life that I live back in Delhi.

Back at our rooms we were 10 different people from different cities speaking in different accent but were here for one common purpose. This was the first time I was in the same room with a Khalsa Sardar and people from Indore, Chandigarh etc. Since we knew our night would pass very dull we bought a pack of cards. It did us well for all the 4 days. We 11 people(100 from our room and one from a different room) would play cards for 2-3 hours and making endless fun of any newbie’s mistakes in the game. These 10 people made me laugh enough for my throat to act up. After the second day I could hardly say a sentence without muting  a few words. It took a week for my voice to return to normal. Sometimes we all had a very heated discussion on some irrelevant topic that we would need some distraction and we found that in those swimming calmly in sweet dreams. I can’t describe the pleasure it gave us to wake our asleep friends with ice chilled water. Some of them reacted exactly the way we wanted to. 😀 Yes some of us had the most evil mind in the whole lot.

Food was good as per my expectations of mess food. What else could a hungry and tired student want other than Chicken Curry or Egg Curry at night. Last night was a feast for us. But in this 5 day journey what I remember the most is not the food or the different life i lived there. I remember the people I met, I remember surviving 5 days without my cellphone and no internet, no connectivity to outside world except for a few minutes when we get to call our homes. These 5 days made me realize that had we been allowed to keep our cellphones, these days would have passed pathetically boring and I would have detested my decision of coming here. Whatever be their purpose of taking away our phones, it worked well for me. Although, I regret that I could not make it to the final list of selects I still did not feel bad as my purpose for being there was more or less fulfilled. I was going home with some wonderful memories and just one picture of the whole group together. 🙂AFSB