While i was in GM , a friend came back from the US and introduced...House MD to my life....from there started a Journey....the journey of House along his 8 seasons...and mine over the past eight years, we have seen a lot of ups and downs...today at the cusp of a major event i sit here.....reminiscing wot has changed.....as Wordsworth said " They flash upon that inward eye".....As House and Wilson ride into the sunset of the unknown..I have ended my stint @ Infy...and it is also the end of my bachelorhood......the ends seem to close a chapter of life....but every end has a new beginning.... so cheers to the uncertainty which comes with every new beginning....and .the hope of brighter future that beckons...
A passage from three men in a boat dedicated to all that has ENDED...:-)
"It is lumber, man - all lumber! Throw it overboard. It makes the boat so heavy to pull, you nearly faint at theoars. It makes it so cumbersome and dangerous to manage, you never know a moment's freedom from anxiety and care, never gain a moment's rest for dreamy laziness - no time to watch the windy shadows skimming lightly o'er the shallows, or the glittering sunbeams flitting in and out among the ripples, or the great trees by the margin looking down at their own image, or the woods all green and golden, or the lilies white and yellow, or the sombre- waving rushes, or the sedges, or the orchis, or the blue forget-me-nots.
A passage from three men in a boat dedicated to all that has ENDED...:-)
"It is lumber, man - all lumber! Throw it overboard. It makes the boat so heavy to pull, you nearly faint at theoars. It makes it so cumbersome and dangerous to manage, you never know a moment's freedom from anxiety and care, never gain a moment's rest for dreamy laziness - no time to watch the windy shadows skimming lightly o'er the shallows, or the glittering sunbeams flitting in and out among the ripples, or the great trees by the margin looking down at their own image, or the woods all green and golden, or the lilies white and yellow, or the sombre- waving rushes, or the sedges, or the orchis, or the blue forget-me-nots.
Throw the lumber over, man! Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need - a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends, worth the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a dog, and a pipe or two, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dangerous thing.
You will find the boat easier to pull then, and it will not be so liable to upset, and it will not matter so much if it does upset; good, plain merchandise will stand water. You will have time to think as well as to work. Time to drink in life's sunshine - time to listen to the AEolian music that the wind of God draws from the human heart-strings around us - time to -"
