Dasvadaniya TechM....

There are times when you just remember good things about something, someone or someplace. Today is one such day in my life, when all the experiences, good and bad all boil down to this day i.e my last day at TechM.
In-spite of numerous faults, issues and problems that I might have traced or faced in TechM, I still can't feel any grudge or any hard feeling for my "First" company on this Last working day.

What ever may have been the short comings of TechM, this is and will always be my First company, The company which gave me the break, my first chance to step out of the world of College dreaming into the world of Professionals. A world which is full of shine and luster from outside. A company which gave me my "First" Onsite, my first chance to go abroad and experience a whole new world, that changed my outlook,my way of thinking and my way of Living forever. It gave me some of the most beautiful fun loving moments of my life,some of the best people I have ever met that I will cherish all my life.

To cut the long story short - all I want to say is :
Thanks TechM----Thanks for everything !
Will miss you :)

Donkeys Crossed The Red Light !

There I was , at the Traffic Signal ,waiting for my turn to buzz off on my bike , and watching other vehicles in the opposite side moving with Green Signal on their side. And as soon as The Signal for my Side turned Green and for other side turned Red, there came running a herd of Donkeys ( Around 8-9 from the lane having Red Light ) and broke all Traffic rules and started to run in the middle of the road with an urge to hurriedly reach somewhere I think they dint even would have liked ! ( Common Guys I am not talking about Software Guys ! Even though the similarity of rushing to a place (their company,which they can never like ) is common :) ) .
Taking Advantage of this "Donkey Rush" some of the elite,educated and some not so elite and educated "HUMANS" started to cross along with them giving a Damn and a grin to the Red light on their side hiding behind the Donkey Backs to cross the road. And then something really Amazing happened. Looking at these educated elite and so called intelligent HOMO SAPIENS behave in such a way, all the Donkeys stopped running and stood there right in the middle of the road. Now I guess There could be two possible reasons for this behavior of Donkeys :
One , they are made this way to do stupid things at their will and look stupid,
The other one which i felt was that the Donkey's felt a deep DANGER to their existence,presence,unique Identity,personal characteristics and respect they have earned all these years with their stupidity getting stolen by These educated ,manner full,sophisticated citizens of India !
They saw these educated Software Engineers, bankers, Salespersons etc behave in a way that is only expected of Donkeys , which made all the donkey's fear about the increasing population of these "Educated Donkeys" in our country .
Donkeys must have felt jitters down their spine citing a danger to their Uniqueness being copied by this "educated clan of Donkeys" . Now who would give the poor Donkey the respect it deserved, as we have our own factories in name of stereotypic colleges,schools, institutions producing lacs of these educated Donkeys each year !!!

I myself was unsure, as it seemed a process of Reverse evolution and Forward evolution taking place at the same time. Reverse evolution as the Humans acted as Donkeys , taking Donkey cover to break all traffic rules with no civic sense crossed the road and Forward evolution as Donkeys stopped while running, as if they saw the red light and behaved in a way that is actually expected of Humans !

Whatever it was , One thing I am sure of is "Donkeys Crossed Red Light" ....

Who is Right OR Who is Wrong ?

As the date of my return flight to India comes near,I have many thoughts flowing in my mind, ranging from happiness of returning to home,Summers in India :( and most importantly difference of life and culture in UK and India.

My most important concern while I was here in UK was that some Gora's are very big racists. And they leave no stone unturned to make you feel UNWANTED in their country. But when these thoughts were about to be completely affirmed to my mind ,there came another set of experiences that challenged my affirmations,my thoughts and my outlook to people and hence culture in UK. There were many experiences and i will try to compare those situations with those in India.

In one of the experiences I and my friend was waiting for a bus for nearly 10 minutes and before the bus came, there came a large group of Gora people came to the bus stand .
Now when the bus came my general instinct looking at some of the recent stints of Racism i witnessed, I thought to back off and let the English group board the bus first to avoid any mood spoiling racist confrontation on my way to office ! However to my surprise no one in the whole group rushed forward to prove that he deserved a bigger right to board this bus than us and they very courteously made sure that we went into the bus first and later they all followed. I was trying to imagine thi situation in India and specifically My Punjab. Had 2 people from UP or BIHAR been standing at the bus stop and a Tall and healthy group of PUNJABIs came to the same bus stop, would have they done the same thing ? I don't think so, I am sure they would have jumped into the bus first, looking at the other two people waiting there before them ,with a wicked smile on their face to prove this was their place and they had a more strong point/right to board the bus before them. Then WHO is a bigger Racist ?

In another case, while coming back from my BT office,generally the bus which leaves BT office is full of Indian IT people from office,both lower and upper floors hardly leaving any seat empty . And most of the time Gora's have to stand during their whole journey. Its quite a nightmare for regular commuters on this route as buses from BT Adastral Park are generally full from 8-10 in the morning and 5-7 in the evening ! So don't you think we are disturbing their balanced lives and don't they have a right to vent out their resentment when their government is not listening to them in stopping the inflow of migrants ? We are forcing them to struggle for resources in their own country ,which they once did with us in our country . So what did we do then ?

A Gora who works hard from 9-5 PM in a mall to earn a meagre 600-700 pounds for bread and butter( Yes , you only get bread and butter in 600 £ in UK ! ) for his/her family , sees you buy a 100 £ pound watch,30 £ purse and 20 £ shirt in 30 minutes in the same store for yourself , how would he/she actually feel ? Can we accept this in our country ? or for a moment leave country aside, can we imagine this in our state ? That the wealth is getting accumulated to a citizen of some other country while we are starving for even food ?

After living for say 20 years in ENGLAND, you still support INDIA in an INDIA /ENGLAND cricket match, and yes I agree we always will because we are proud to be Indians,This is what we always say . This is what Gora's also say ,if you yourself are so proud to be an Indian and even after living for 20 years in ENGLAND, you cant support ENGLAND ,then why are you living here ? If you still have your heart in India then why are you here ? Go back !!
Can WE accept that some people living in India start to support Pakistan in an India/Pak match ? Can we ever accept that ? The prompt answer from any Indian would be a BIG NO . Then Are THEY not right ? or Are WE getting it wrong somewhere ?

I am not justifying the violent racist attacks of Gora people nor am I criticising people who leave India and come abroad for better oppurtunities(Every one has a right to live a comfortable and luxurious life ! ) , but I am just trying to divert OUR attention to a place that actually deserves it. That is my India and its diverse attitudes that need a quick healing, else...........

I Wonder...I Ask..I Wait...I Watch...

I Wonder and ask God day and night why I am like the way I am ? Why can't I simply ignore things happening around me like others,why can't I just stay happy with a good salary Like others , why can't I simple marry and settle in my Life Like Others, why can't I take things lightly Like others,why can't I adopt shitty office politics Like Others, why can't I just remain content with myself and stop dreaming Like Others, why can't I just accept the situation and be calm Like others, why can't I simply ignore bad things happening to others Like many,why can't I do a wrong act how so ever small it may be without any guilt feeling , Like others,Why can't I adopt the mean office culture like others, why can't I stab people's trust Like others,why can't I be selfish like others,why do I have to challenge my present situation for fulfillment and can't simply get it like Others ??? The only answer I to get from God is : "Don't worry son, I have made you for a bigger and better purpose THAN OTHERS,so the price you have to pay for that will obviously be different THAN OTHERS..."

An invisible Force always walks with us !

Amidst all the unrest hat was going through my Onsite Life, came a good news that made me so happy and inspired ,that its difficult to describe in words,but still I will try. It was a Saturday morning when Aman called me,which i could not pick as it was just 9 am , and 9 am on a weekend day is sleeping time !! But when I woke up Isaw a missed call from Aman on my cell and a scrap on Orkut, that said "Oh tu phone kyon nai chak reha,aithe heart attack hon lga hai mainu ! " , with these words I somehow guessed what it could be but still made no speculations owing to the great things that have been happening in my life turning everything upside down in the past . But i gained courage and called Aman, and he told me that the CAT results were out and he has scored a percentile of 96.12 ! It may not be a super percentile for some but for someone like Aman siting on bench for nearly 2 and a half years now ,and having a great calibre and capabilities ,and almost dead with his self confidence thanks to the great IT culture, this was a dream come true.But when I heard his result I all of a sudden remebered our long walks in streets of sector 34 full of discussions about IT,CAT,Settling in foreign country etc etc. Aman used to imagine a percentile of 95 so that he could admission in our dream MBA college UBS Chandigarh and while walking on the streets of sector 34 I used to say him that he would get it and we used to laugh how he would be so busy when he would get calls from all the MBA colleges around India.Believe me at that time somehow we were very disturbed with the way our lives were progressing ,crushing our abilities,aims and most importantly our self beliefs about the image we had of ourselves, and to dream that big at that time was a big thing for us! There is an interesting story linked to all this that might appeal to some while ridicule to others. There is a House in sector 34 ,and on the front gate of that house its written "Beware of Dogs" and believe me in last 3 years all we have seen at that place is dogs only with no trace of humans ! But the interesting thing here is whenever Aman and me used to pass through that place while discussing our big plans,Dogs started barking and believe me they could miss barking on other people passing in front of their house but never on us,which was quite embarrasing as if we are thieves and they recognised us and started barking. But one day I read somewhere that Dogs and animals have a special ability to see supernatural things invisible to an human eye(Relax guys,its a scentific proven fact ! ) , They could sense all supernatural powers,storms,thunders,earthquake etc. And When on Saturday Aman told me that he had secured such a high percentile, I realised what was that thing on which the dogs barked ,it was none other than an Invisible supernatural force that walked with us while we walked in streets of sector 34,listening to our plans, our planning to realise them. That Angel on which the dogs barked made sure that we attain whatever we plannned for,whatever we sweat for,whatever we worked hard for. And let me tell you ,Aman presently has cleared GDs and Interviews for LBS,SYMBOISIS (Rank 1 !!) ,IMI,IIFT, and many others (Remember as I mentioned earlier we use to discuss exactly this ,the scene it would be when Aman would be busy attending GDs,interviews etc from colleges from all around india !!! ),And that Invisible supernatural force ,made sure our talks and discussions just din't disappear under our sarcastic remarks to ourselves but they proved fruitful with our hardwork.
Now Hoping that this Invisible supernatural force now stays with me as well for execution of my share of plans and dreams,though I am yet to put my full efforts on it . Aman is almost thorugh,with just one small hurdle before he reaches his dream, Its now my turn to execute and do hardwork for my share of plans and dreams that now stand unfulfilled waiting for me to execute them and do justice to the Dog's Barking and hence that Invisible supernatural force that always listens to us and stays with us all the time...and makes sure we get what we want,expecting us to trust it and move forward with no fear and full of Confidence...

Dreams-A living Force

For all those ( Like me ! ) who are afraid of going after their dreams ,this article is somewhat inspiring. I found this on net and thought of sharing it with you :
"
A man lay on his bed at the end of his life waiting to die. His dream came to pay its last respects and bid farewell to the man who had never used it.
As it entered the room the man looked down in shame.

“Why did you not realise me?” the dream asked.
“Because I was afraid,” the man said.

“Afraid of what?” asked the dream.
Man : “I was afraid I would fail.”

Dream : “But haven’t you failed by not attempting to use me?”
Man : “Yes I have, but I always thought there would be tomorrow.”

“You fool!” said the dream, “Did it never occur to you that there was only ever today… the moment that you are in right now? Do you think that now that death is here you can put it off until tomorrow?”
“No.” said the man, a tear gently rolling down his cheek.
The dream was softer now, because it knew that there were two types of pain – the pain of discipline, and the pain of regret – and while discipline weighs ounces, regret weighs pounds.
Then the dream leaned forward to gently wipe away the tear and said, “You need only have taken the first step and I would have taken one to meet you, for the only thing that ever separated us was the belief in your mind that you couldn’t have me.”
Then they said goodbye and they both died.
"
The above article is very inspiring,but it seems I have got into this bad habit of waiting for all
lights to turn green, of seeing the disadvantages more than the advantages of doing a thing even before I start doing it, But I still have the hope that I am going to turn these negative habits upside down and go out their in full blow to challenge my present situation,to attain what I want, to do whats in my heart , But the only question that haunts me ( And I know to all others in the same situation ! ) everyday is "When ? " ....

A Planned Way To Spend A Long Weekend ?

After so many days of juggling between home to office and office to home and doing practically nothing useful or amusing, a long weekend with 4 day holidays was always welcome. We thought of going to Scotland in this break,but it was merely a paper planning and nothing actually happened with someone making faces on the expenses , some others on weather and the remaining one simply because of certain lifeless boring qualities that were imbibed in them in their childhood by themselves ! All of them wanted a planned holiday with no one willing to plan, however i took the charge as i realised that all of us have the potential of saying and doing nothing at all and still destroying Everyone's plans. Finally with 2 days to go before the long weekend ,the buck stopped at London and I left no website unturned ( well almost ! ) to find out the cheapest accomodation and travel to suit all . Mind you the accomodation was already full in 90 percent of the Lounges,Hotels and Youth Hostels as it was Easter time . However the problem was that everyone wanted cooked food and I was ready to cook it and gathering everything required for it ,but then they also wanted the price of the food to be very low at the same time and and each one had a different way to define Low Cost !!! However I was still finding a way out when one of the seniors got inspired and a desire came to his mind to contribute something good to the plan and with all the positive intentions he googled "weather in london on weekend" , the search gave more than 10 lac results,however he picked up the very first link by BBC which said : " Heavy Rainfall and thundery showers 'EXPECTED' in London" , This was enough for them to convince themselves to save their 50-60 pounds which would have been spent on this London trip. It was hard to guess for me that whether we were Sad because of program cancellation or were all of us happy with our financial victory( Saving trip's 60 pounds ! Even though it meant rotting at home for 4 days) . However this proved to be the last straw to break the Camel's back and the program was cancelled ( Even before it was actually made we can say ! ) .
On the night before all this I had a conversation with Jaspal about there were some people who were planning a holiday and we can group with them and go and save ourselves from rotting at home in those four holidays, but to my shock he very bluntly and in the most ill mannered way said to me " You should have Gone,if you find someone to take you along with them, you shouldn't wait for us " , I felt as if a fire ball had struck my head , as i was waiting for everyone to go together , anyways i always like to explore alone with no unnecessary advices and Do's and Dont's, and i did my best to maintain my cool on this blunt remark and a sarcastic suggestion( I felt Bad Jassi :( ). I called Vinil(My College Friend ) at that time in the night itself and asked him if i could come to his place in Coventry on this weekend. He was more than happy to meet me and welcomed me to his place without any second thought, and he even started searching online to find the tickets for me from Ipswich to Coventry on the call itself ( To be frank ,I never expected such a warm response from someone in this country ! )
Next day I booked the decided tickets (after the London trip was also cancelled ) for Saturday morning and return on Sunday evening.I booked a cab to railway station on friday night itself to avoid any hassles at the last moment and miss the train .On Saturday i woke up at 4 am ( Yes its true ! But actually the ticket cost's of 66 Pounds inpired me to wake up at time to catch the train! ) and i tried my best to quickly get ready before the cab arrives at my home. However the cab driver had different ideas and seemed to be more eager than me and reached my place 15 minutes prior to scheduled time and i had to hurry by quickly drinking a glass of milk and popping an apple in my jacket's pocket . Then off we went to the Ipswich railway station, to start my first ever independent Journey in UK...

Cooking Aloo Matar !

No guys,this is not a recipe article where i will tell you how to cook some exceptionally delicious
Sabji of Aloo Matar. This is a summary of how i made it ! The people in my house were feeding me with home cooked food from quite a few days now ( 5 to be precise ! ) and i could feel their restlessness in the air that when i would get up and do the honors of preparing some delicious food for them and I could see the questions oozing out of their eyes (Except Jassi as he was always kind to me ! :) ) when i reached home on tuesday. Finally one of flatmates could not hold on the fire in his belly and said "Ankur aaj Aloo Matar bna ke khila yaar " , with a big smile i looked at him to remind him that unfortunately i dont know how to cook, But before he would almost breakdown , i picked up the knife and started to peel off some onions,which one of the senior members of the Flat taught me ( Yes, you are right i dint even know how to peel of Onions as well and they expected me to cook complete Sabji ! ) ,finally after narrow escapes of my fingers from the knife i peeled of some onions,which to me seemed like a won battle as i did it for the first time in my life.Unfortunately it was of no significance to others,and they were waiting like hungry monsters waiting for some thing to munch on,. Then one of the new comers in the flat(We called him Motu,and obviously he dint know it ! ) joined me in the process of cooking ( And mind you he had nearly 3-4 years experience of cooking,however he some how was enjoying the privellege of not cooking anything,and i think this is what irked my flatmates and they vent out their daily cooking frustration on me ! ) . Anyways, then he directed me to put some oil in the Frying Pan which i did very cautiously, then once the oil was hot ,he asked me put all the onions in it ,which i did very carefully .As the first onion that i had put in the oil came flying towards me, and it did shatter my courage but i did not let it deter my determintaion of cooking today and i moved ahead towards my goal of making Aloo matar. In the meanwhile while i was trying my luck at Tarrka ,Motu had kept the potatoes for boiling after peeling them of ,and he overdid it,the potatoes were nearly mashed,to which he smilingly said to himself "Arre aise hi hota hai,dont worry and gave a stupid smile to cover his mistake " . The end sabji was quite pathetic,probably we can say it was Aloo matar curry in which there was no visible Potato ,as all of them were mashed and the end taste was quite pathetic ( Mind you i had only peeled off onions and tomatoes and cooked them in oil, All the salt,spices and Aloo was added by Mr Motu ) . But he dint utter a single word in front of others that it was his cooking's result and other flatmates looked at ME with agony ,that they will have to eat it ! Whereas the Truth was I had done nothing in it apart from getting the scared looks of my friends while preparing it, And all this probably reminded me of the other example of Paying for Someone else's Food , that we all face in our daily lives when we pay for other person's mistake ...which now teaches me, that its better take control of your own life before someone else does and its better to do and apologise than do nothing and still apologise !

First Day To BT Office-Adstral Park !

After sleeping on the floor ( obviously with bedsheets on it ! ), i woke up fresh on the monday morning ,with lot of nervousness and butterflies in my stomach ( No they were not of morning Pressure Guys ! ) , i was thinking about meeting the people in my office and interacting with them my clients,who talk directly to Company CEO or my Corporate Head, no way near to my managers ! And i was nervous to interact with them. With these thoughts i started to get ready for office and tried my best to get ready for office, as quickly as i could, when the reality of having one bathroom and 4 people to get ready came thrashing on me , and i sat outside waiting for my turn and believe the wait was quite painful and started to show on my face through my stomach., but like an optimistic Indian i held on the hope that i will get to access the bathroom soon and Finally my flatmate came out and i rushed to the bathroom and rest is censored guys :) . Anyways let me tell you i am not one of those guys who just go in the bathroom and come out of it drycleaned in 15 minutes,all set to go , i am probably of those slow type ,who enjoy reading newspaper in the washroom and then bath to their heart's content. But somehow realising the impotance of first day i tried my best to restrict my bathroom time and get ready and according to me i did that, but when i came out i saw my room mate Jaspal giving me angry looks as if i just broke some age old house rules by taking a bath or what ! But i soon realised it was because the time in clock was 8.50 and Jaspal likes to reach office by 9-9.15 am Sharp, and since he had to wait for me ,i hadbroken his record of reaching office early and that was quite painful to him. I Quickly went to room and got ready and took my laptop and came rushing down to ground floor only to find Jassi more restless with every passing minute in the clock . However he was nice to me and prepared lunch for me and packed my tiffin , since it was my first day but warned me that it was for the first and the last time he did it for me . Finally we moved out of home and reached the bus stop , mind you we have to run to the bus stop everytime as the bus frequency is 20 minutes and its very frustrating to see the bus passing in front of your eyes and waiting for 20 minutes chilling in the cold was just unjustified and infact unbearable. Finally we got our bus and i asked the driver for a weekly pass and that cost me 16 pounds. Then we reached office and with all my nervousness i reached at the reception for my temporary card .The lady on the reception was quite generous and after enquiring my details with Dave Noxon (My line manager ) she gave me a temporary card for 15 days and Ientered the premises of Adastral park.Though it was a dream, but i could not feel that sizzling effect in body,some shiver down my spine , nothing like that happened , however i was still nervous . Then we reached office , i settled on my seat with my laptop switched on. After 5 minutes a white person nearly 6.1 in height doing complete justice to his wide body strcuture, as if a giant has come to conquer us appeared before me and then Ravish one of my colleagues introduced me to him
" Chris,This is Ankur .." And Chris Said- "Hello Anchor ( yes he pronounces my name like that only ! ) ,I am Chris Hamilton " And like a mannered person i said "Pleasure to meet you Chris" to which he sarcastly replied " Oh I guess you spoke that too soon , you should ask Jaspaul ( Jaspal's english version ) and Sameer how glad they feel when they see me :) " He cleared it to me that working with him was a no joke and no way an easy task.I took his words and started my work. It was a normal day and i realised the pressure of working with client was enormous , though a good experience at the same time , believe me no matter how educated you are but talking with an English person from UK understanding his accent is a big challenge and i took it and did pretty well at it when he asked me if i was staying with Jaspaul or alone , and if was through my jet lag and all. He really indeed is a giant but a very logical and staright forward person who just loves to work and you can feel it with every step he takes,the energy just oozes out of him. Though this may seem normal to some,but the astonishing part is he is 60+ person who stays alone ,not married, as the girl he loved died in an accident and he decided not to marry someone else, with all these in a person's history ,the passion that he exibits in his work is just amazing ! After all the day's work with little time to spare for lunch,hardly 15 minutes, we moved back to home and on my way back i realised this is not the thing want in my Life, coming to Onsite is not my destination,not my purpose of life... I Have some idea as to what it is,but don't yet have the courage to accept it......

Landing at Heathrow---Onsite !

After all the shuffling between the docs and lots of hush up,I finally land at Heathrow with dreams in my eyes,with hope in my heart,with new challenges i look out of the AeroPlane window minutes before it was about to land at Heathrow. On my way to Delhi Airport i met a Colleague named as Aditi .She asked me if i knew how much time will it to take at the airport immigration and medical checks so that she could book a cab accordingly, and prompt came my reply to her "This is my first Trip to UK ", she quitely moved ahead and i also unbothered moved towards my seat.
When the plane finally Landed,I was very nervous ,it was mt first trip to UK and i was alone,no accomplice,no friend,no family,just me and my emotions,my dilemmas my fears.
As i got off the plane ,i felt the chill of the cold weather ,not sure if it was cold or i was shivering abit because of my nervousness. As i moved , little did i know where to go, I blindly followed the herd of people who got off with me from my Aeroplane, believe me everyone followed the other and believed they know where to go. Then after all the walking,looking at the surroundings and comparing differences between Delhi Airport and Heathrow airport ( Yes I really have developed a habit to strike the differences between the two countries ! ) , i reached the queue for Immigration check. My turn came and a White gentle man looked at me and then asked for my documents and then directed me to medical department for my medical check. Wondering where the medical department was , i looked around,but my nervousness blinded me and i could not see the medical room which was right in front of me and puzzled i asked an officer :

"Excuse me...Do you know where's the Medical Room ? " , Prompt came the reply from him
" Oh ! Guess where it is !!! " ,that was a sarcastic remark by him and he pointed towards the room. Medical check was a formality and they quickly checked my reports and gave me and Ok stamp on the paper. Then the final check was another immigration officer( A white lady,she was pretty but a bit heavy) , while i was waiting for my turn ,i saw her questioning a boy, who was barely able to understand what she was saying and asking him, frustrated the officer asked "what have you come here for ? " and the boy replied "a a a MBA..." , officer said " when you cannot understand what i am saying ,how will you understand what the professor is saying in the class ? " The boy dint reply anything to her ,i wonder if he even understood what the question was or if he was too nervous to say anything. My turn came and with Inter company Transfers its hardly a formality to check you,since UK Government is not responsible and your company is responsible for you.
After this i came out and moved towards the luggage area ,picked my bags up and moved towards the exit, There i saw an English Men holding a board with name "ANKUR GOEL" on it, that was my cab driver which my colleague has booked for me. The drivers name was Glenn and he was a good person, a nice man with medium built and some who talked a lot, but that was good, he took my luggage trolley and greeted me welcome to UK and we went towards the car.
While driving out of the parking area,he told me how everything gets blocked in parking area in days of high traffic . He timidly asked me the temparature in New Delhi and told me it was much colder here . We came out of the parking area and started our Jouney to Ipswich,he told me it would be nearly 2.30 hours of jouney. Though i was a bit tired but my excitement my curiosity to see my journey to Ipswich and off course Glenn's continuos speaking dint let me sleep and i saw beautiful roads,clean surroundings ,speed checks and Glenn explained me everything about speed checks and how they would calculate the speed using the cameras that were installed on roads at ifferent points , to the average speed of a vehicle. At first i listened with curiosity, but as we continued i dozzed off ,and when i woke up ,nearly 2 hours of jouney was over and we were about to reach 376,sping road,ipswich ! As i woke up Glenn was kind enough to again start explaining me about Tesco's and Sainsbury's and the Bibb Way BT office and this and that :) .
And then we finally reached home, I was excited to see 376, and a bit nervousness though i knedw the people inside were familiar and my colleagues. I paid Glenn the taxi fare and he helped me take out my luggage from the car. I knocked at the door as the door bell seemed to be not working and no one turned up for first few minutes, The situation was a bit odd as my cellphone had Idea Sim which wont work here and i will not be able to call or inform someone that i have reached, but as these thoughts were creeping in my mind and trying to make their hold, i saw someone pee through the window, it was my colleague and he rushed up the room to bring the keys to the door and opened it . In i went ,and saw a drawing room with sofa ,though not very clean, but some how accepted the fact that this is where i will live for atleast next 4 months ,even though it had something i dint like at all " the Yello Bulbs " I Hate them, i like tubelights,they are brighter and livelier. Jaspal cooked me some pranthas realising i was bit tired and since it was my first day he would do the honours for me . I Ate the pranthas ,we call them pranthas biut they are not even near the pranthas, they were some stuffed chapattis which can be heated in the pan and can be eaten with Sauce ! ( Yes you Readit right ) and also use yoghurt though it dint seemed good with these stuffed So called pranthas.
Since Amit was already in the room where i had to stay with Jaspal , i had two options :
1.After flight from India, i could sleep on the sofa ? OR
2.I can lie down on the floor with a bedhsheet on it , in the room with one blanket.

I prefferd the second option and had a good sleep, though the butterflies were still very much alive in my stomach. And by the way i reached on Saturday night so had a full day to recover from my JET LAG the next day ...