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Remember this post? Seems like eons ago…because I am back in Infosys “sommersaults” and its been 3 months of yet another amazing journey…cheers for more to come!

Nostalgic Diaries : Infosys

How did it happen?

I was working on a contract for a Melbourne company when a ex-colleague told me of an oppurtunity in Sydney. My eyes glowed but was tamped down by the fact that it was in Sydney and not Melbourne.

My husband looked at me and said – why not?

I was like – how will we live? Our entire family is in Melbourne? Your job is in Melbourne?? and I am the Melbourne Maami 😉

He insisted – look at yourself, you are glowing, your eyes have this shine and you haven’t been that way for ages now.

Infosys has been a love that I missed a lot.

He’s a keeper I tell ya!

We took the plunge. Logistically I house share and have half my heart back in Melbourne.

In some parts I have re-discovered what I had in Bangalore. It is tamped down by the fact that I miss my husband somewhat fiercely.

I thought weekends that I spend in Sydney would be a pain. After cooking in gallons for the week, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.

But…what a revelation it has been! Weekends that I spend in Sydney are spent in laundry (sigh), buying groceries and organising my other tasks that fall to the way side during the weeks.

This sojourn is teaching the forgotten art of making new friends. I realise how important it is to have a circle of friends you can call upon. How important it is to share a laugh with someone other than family, to have a helping hand in moving, to have that one friend who knows someone who knows someone and their aunt’s cousin wants a room-mate/house-mate.

And just imagine having 2-3 hours to yourself to introspect and plan your week. How many people have that luxury?

When weekends are spent in Melbourne hubby and I am cramming moments of a fortnight in 48 hours. We have re-discovered things to do together that we enjoy. Buying a bottle of milk is a moment of happiness. My relationship with him certainly has some new dimensions. It is true that the heart grows fonder when you are away. Those small irritants melt away (why did you keep the coffee cup in the car?)

Husband also thinks I am more confident. Yay to that!

My wallet now consists of 2 important cards – Opal card and the ID card

Jetstar is my new best friend, accumulating something like a zillion miles on the rewards card!

People give you more space when you have only 2 nights every fortnight with the husband

Working with a new team, in a new dimension and a different country educates you on the new facets of work culture

I have learnt some quick cooking skills that my mother will frown upon 😀

Indian food services are also speed dial (more frowns from Mom)

New city = new places to explore = more together time with the husband

Looking forward to the husbandman joining me here soon…wish us all the best!

 

 

Signing off because my veggies are simmering. Catch you all soonest!

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Nostalgia Diaries : Infosys

I am 1 month shy of completing 2 years of resigning from Infosys and there’s a lurch in my heart like no other! Not a single day goes by without me reminiscing about those wonderful days.

Re-posting an excerpt from my ex-blog about completing 3 years at Infosys….I would do anything I could to go back there…and live out my life feeling content!

3 years at Infosys

I was travelling in the Volvo bus today, chanced upon another conversation between 2 girls, freshers, from a IT company.

I am starting to feel snoopy. Bad, bad Vaishnavi

Girl 1 : today…you know what Rahul said?
Girl 2 : huh?
Girl 1 (repeats, haltingly) : today…you know what Rahul said?
Girl 2 (again) : huh?
Girl 1 : forget it!
Girl 2 : shape tegi beda, hele sumne*…and the conversation about Rahuls continued.

*Translation : don’t embarass me, just say it (in Kannada)

This easy camarederie between friends who have just turned colleagues brought back some memories of my own – when I joined Infosys with 4 classmates from my PG Institute.This is in part a nostalgic post, please bear with me (grins)

I completed 3 years of Infosys yesterday. I have conversations galore but none as candid as what I have with my school or college buddies. That’s probably the diference…”buddies”; whereas colleagues remain just that – colleagues. Very rarely do they progress to being friends or buddies. And why is that?? I asked myself…

When you travel in a bus you not only have your own bag on you lap, but also ask someone who’s standing to handover their’s. A person, with absolutely no common friends/interests becomes your friend, only because they take the same bus back home, public transport notwithstanding. In a company bus, you turn away, look intently into the phone, listen to music or stare outside the window rather than strike a conversation or ask someone to handover their bag. It is amazing how one can turn away from obviously pregnant women, really tired looking people instead of doing the right thing…err the ethical thing.

A friend/classmate thumps you on the back, mocks you at mistakes, give you stupid, wierd nicknames (believe me, I know this one well). Work life offers you policies on grounds for an ASHI case (Info-scions know what I am talking about) over a simple cup of coffee. It’s a different issue if coffee isn’t the only thing discussed.

I wonder what changes us…from the happy-go-lucky people to a grim, bordering on selfish, cribbers…in plural. Why are we interested in someone’s else promotion/hike? Were we all fired up when our friend received the Best Student Award? Or was chosen for class prefect? Why did we lament when a peer was offered a promotion? A “congrats” will make his day, raise your dignity and amaze you with your own reticence.

I think it is how we view it – our perception; rather than what happens to us. How we choose to handle it rather than a knee jerk reaction to the situation at hand. I once read this in a book “there are always other seas to fish” and I believe that is right. If not this one, there are always other places/areas to succeed. If this is not your forte, you’ll know it after the 3rd, 18th or the 1008th mis-step 🙂

My ex-boss always told me – let me understand – and would recap the situation in his own words. When I hear his version of things I always felt better at the situation.

On the brink of my 4th year, I pray for poise in difficult situations, dignity in the work I do, reticence in my actions and direction towards a beautiful path. Thank you Infosys for the foundation, I hope to go miles from where I stand, but you’ll always be my stepping stone.