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A bad bad day

Slept late that night... after having watched "before sunset" and felt like life was going no where... bad dreams and worse...

Woke up to my room mate.. frantic... Business Standard Screams "Derivatives Banned by RBI". I was like... let me sleep over this bad dream.. two years of an MBA spent over hope of derivatives. Fighting it out in the mind and placements as well. Refusing good offers for a good profile... and it ends up as being a non-happening field...

Came to office.. and no work... no clients calling in... and then Mom calls up.. saying Dad ka accident ho gayaa hai... kuchh karo... Dad apparently called up and told that he was in an accident and then the phone got disconnected. Sat there on the edge of my chair... for three hours waiting for any response from Dad... waiting with my credit card in hand and the web site open... A number of feelings... An introspection into what is important and what is not... A feeling of waste...
Finally Dad came home, not a scratch but car gone totally.. that is fine... Dad is the single most important person in my life... and I love him more than anything in this world...

Leaves Office... Mumbai feels like a war city. 1/10th the traffic, 1/10th the crowd. Mumbai anticipates a riot against north indians. Sitting in the local, I try to appraise the situation. All people in the local are speaking marathi, Crowds getting thinner and thinner and I was approaching the war zone. It was Dadar where people got beaten up for being North Indians... So much for indianness... I wait and take a call... Gets down and walk back with an eye to my back... Nothing there...

Reaches Home... Its colder in mumbai, On my 18th floor apartment, it is windy gusts are blowing across and my french windows chattering nervously... takes away the "sukoon" of a decent sleep...

And then the next day.... I rise again...

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