The Point of Departure

I hardly have a month left with me to collate all my sweet memories in the amazing Deutschland..
Last Tuesday evening, I visited the library to get my membership terminated.
I sat there till they kept it open..I remember a very sweet voice wishing me in the end:
Ok Madam, we r closing now, Bye!
Hope you liked Germany, Good Luck!!

How can I not like Germany..

A place which has helped me transform from an extremely impatient & impulsive character to an organized and a responsible human being..
I m sure nature has some pleasing surprises to offer me for the moments ahead, but still can’t help feeling nostalgic…

One movie song says:

Dil hai to phir Dard hoga,
Dard hai to Dil bhi hoga,
Mausam guzarte rehte hain..!


Last week, one of our German colleagues threw a post-wedding party. He very affectionately told me that his wife would have loved throwing the flowers at me..) Amazed by his words..i asked why..??


My colleagues explained me the tradition that after the wedding, the bride throws her bouquet over her shoulder towards the young unmarried female guests and whoever catches it becomes the next bride..!

Such a sweet gesture..

In Hindu culture also we have a similar tradition exhibiting generosity.


The bride is supposed to be an embodiment of Maa Lakshmi, the Goddess of Wealth.
While she is about to depart with her husband from her parents’ home , she throws a bundle of auspicious collections over her shoulder towards her home and prays for her family!



Coming back, i'll always remember my good times in the office lab.
The lab entrance had a poster displaying a hand with a finger half cut..
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Oh God, I used to feel so scared and wondered how Papa’s delicate Puju will be able to move and operate these heavy equipments..
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.I often used to play some vocab games in-between while running those long duration tests..)
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Almost every hour I used to rush to the pantry to drink a glass of water, thinking that will help in curing my pimples and hair fall in this cold region..

How the courteous German guys always used to wait to open the door and let the ladies go first, whenever they saw any lady nearby..

Our dear lunch group used to assemble at 12 …I used to feel hungry in almost every 2-3 hours..Poor me and the greedy vending machine accepting only cents..

I often used to see myself asking people for change…”Excuse me, do you have a change for 5 Euros..”
At times, I was asking for a change for 20 euros..)


This lovely “kurfurstenstrasse-30’ where I used to stay, at the 11th floor of a very posh building having a 4 star Japanese “Hotel Asahi” at the ground floor..
No wonder, I had lot of Asians and Germans as my neighbors..
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And yah special thanks to Pizza Hut..for quenching my pre-dinner hunger almost every weekday…
I m so sorry Mumma..i know I shd have cooked more…
Will surely do a lot of justice in times to come by cooking a lot of Indian delicacies ..this one year has really helped me improve my culinary skills..!
I’ll always relish my journeys in Europe’s high speed trains running above 300 kph..Almost every technology here is stupefying..
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.Hey, my German Boot heels..i loved wearing them n seeing myself taller..The problem was they used to make a lot of noise inside the otherwise silent lab..n most of the times I had to rush in the morning to catch my train..
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Guess the reminiscences r so many..i can shed my tears of joy for the whole day thinking about them..
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My post will be so incomplete if i fail to heartily thank my dear frds who made these moments so memorable.. !
Thank you so much ..
Nitya, Geeta, Shronik, Nadir, Ashish Jain, Priti, Shanthi, Ashish, Sandeep, Subrat, Madhav
Akash, Prashant, Shri Prakash - Rakhee n dear baby Rakshit, Shweta - Shantanu ,
Saurabh, Shallu, Mandeep, Hemant, Gaurav, Pallavi, Amit - Bindiya n lovely Priyal..,
Lakshmi, Kavitha, Bindu, Betty, Manoj, Rajilakshmi, Karthik, Ravi, Mr. Peter
and all my dear Aricent, Wipro and Infosys friends here.. !
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Quoting my learnings in Duss in my own words:

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Let me appreciate every little beauty surrounding me,
For i may be hooked to something, not forever meant for me!
Hard Work pays at all stages of life,
Helps us sail through all virtual fears of life!