Ride back home.......
It is every day on a daily basis, has become a routine. Every night the clock strikes half past eleven and every day another day at office draws to a close. The very monotony some times bogs me down. Yet with not much tension of work and with a happy feeling of heading home I welcome this hour.
One gets to know the destined hour, the hour that marks the end of the official day. One can get to see people just switching off their PC's and wrapping up their work. The drawers at their desks are stacked with the day's work and then locked, the cupboards and flipped open and then shut as if some unknown order has been made and it has to be followed. Some tidy up their workstations (for the person coming in the morning, as we share the same workstation), some just shut down their PC's, carry their belongings, say the customary "good night" and push off.
At this point, if one stands near the exit gate it seems as if, some factory has sounded the gong for ending the day and all the laborers are moving out after a day's hard work. There is lot of laughter, goodbyes, some gossiping, some sighs and finally everybody gets into their respective cabs to be transported home.
Thus begins our journey back home as our cab heads through the dark night with the driver making it to the best of his ability to help us reach home safely and in time. As soon as our cabs moves, the daily updates, flow down from various people. It seems as if a very small family has gathered round the dinner table at night and discussing the as to how the day went by. The chatter revolves "what went wrong or bad", "how was the work?", "what common mails were received?", "How did the team leader behaved?" etc. It is a sort of a therapy, especially for people like me who stay away form family, when you talk your heart out and discuss the days affairs.
With all the talk, time just flies by and we move through all the 15 kms (from my office to home) within just twenty minutes. As soon as I see the gates of my hostel, I gather my stuff and bid goodbyes to my colleagues, with the desire to see them again the next day and enjoy my ride back home as usual.
One gets to know the destined hour, the hour that marks the end of the official day. One can get to see people just switching off their PC's and wrapping up their work. The drawers at their desks are stacked with the day's work and then locked, the cupboards and flipped open and then shut as if some unknown order has been made and it has to be followed. Some tidy up their workstations (for the person coming in the morning, as we share the same workstation), some just shut down their PC's, carry their belongings, say the customary "good night" and push off.
At this point, if one stands near the exit gate it seems as if, some factory has sounded the gong for ending the day and all the laborers are moving out after a day's hard work. There is lot of laughter, goodbyes, some gossiping, some sighs and finally everybody gets into their respective cabs to be transported home.
Thus begins our journey back home as our cab heads through the dark night with the driver making it to the best of his ability to help us reach home safely and in time. As soon as our cabs moves, the daily updates, flow down from various people. It seems as if a very small family has gathered round the dinner table at night and discussing the as to how the day went by. The chatter revolves "what went wrong or bad", "how was the work?", "what common mails were received?", "How did the team leader behaved?" etc. It is a sort of a therapy, especially for people like me who stay away form family, when you talk your heart out and discuss the days affairs.
With all the talk, time just flies by and we move through all the 15 kms (from my office to home) within just twenty minutes. As soon as I see the gates of my hostel, I gather my stuff and bid goodbyes to my colleagues, with the desire to see them again the next day and enjoy my ride back home as usual.
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