Events - Confused Chronology

Things have changed a lot since I last used this page..cliche, but true. The following would contain a few stories which will enter my head as I type about happenings in the recent days or months.
Onsite - USA
I was lined up for the role in Philadelphia, US. So excited I was that I spread the news around leaving only a few whom I had lost touch with. The process started in December 2009 and took it's course for around 6 weeks and I was set for interview with Mumbai consulate in February 2011. The consulate was up with some infrastrcuture upgarde and had postponed the interviews for H and L category till indefinite time. I saw the notice and forgot about scheduling it at another consulate/embassy. One fine day in March my manager asked about the progress with the interview! That nudge reminded me of an option of rescheduling the interview at some place - Delhi/Madras/Hyderabad. Delhi embassy was the obvious choice for a. I would be at my place b. I had heard 'rejection rate' is lesser in Delhi compared to Bombay consulate. I was happy when the date was fixed, April 5, 2011. Earlier, I was, in my mind and otherwise, USA ready. Not be interpreted incorrectly, I intended I was ready to move to US and not feel short of anything as in a place to live, food to eat, basic emenities to survive and of course dress for the occasion. I had seen at least 100 houses on rent, virtually traversed every possible road around the office and fixed upon routes from those 100 would be 'home' to the work site. Travel plans, daily routines and all other 'activities' were listed already. All this effort was done because I was sure in my mind/attitude that I'll make it. For the interview, I had been following a site for the success stories on visas and prepared about 50 questions and their answers for the interview. I think I was prepared enough.
With high hopes, confidence and required documents I left for Delhi on April 1, 2011. On the interview day, I was brimming with confidence. I chose the best pair of tailored shirt I have and the perfectly fitting pants. I was looking smart! Daddy had to take my uncle to a doctor so a car was called from the taxi service to take me to the embassy. I collected the documents, seeked everybody's blessings and left. I didn't take much time and I reached there. There was a queue and many others on the other side of the road waiting to be the part of the queue. My heart was pouncing but my face showed confidence. I walked with confidence not to make myself feel better but with the intention to shake confidence of others present there. Why I thought that others confidence would be shaken? I'm not sure. Anyways, I entered in when my turn came. The whole process happened - token number collected, documents rearranged, fees deposited, fingerprints taken then wait started for the interview. My turn after half an hour and I went to the window. First question asked..while I was answering I was asked about the client and that was it. Past 30 seconds and I was told visa denied. I asked - Why? I was told to wait for a minute and I was given a blue form and asked to apply again. I walked back confidently not showing any grimace. for I did not want the 'outside' world to know about my unsuccessful stint. I could do so successfully because I had not registered to me till then that I was denied a visa.
I came back to Bombay and since then life is a roller coaster. The project is not decided nor the fate regarding the onsite oppotunity.

House Shift
Vibhu and Rohit hadgiven notice of exit to the company, I was lined up for USA and Karthik had already left in June last year so all the legitimate renters were to leave in a month. There were a few others who were living with us they agreed to move out as well. Thus we gave the notice to the landlord about out plans to vacating the flat. Everything was fine and I left, in hight spirits, for the visa interview. It was unsucessful and A-8's (previous flat) move out deal had been inked. I had to look for a flat before vacating A-8 since US was off the table for at least 6 months. Living with other flatmates from previous flat was an option since they had found a place for themselves in a building nearby and had offered me to stay with them. I had different plans though. I was looking for the flat where I do not get involved in brokerage and do not have to pay the security deposit. I was also looking for some flat near Airoli where, in near future, my new office would likely be. Abhinav told me about his and others plan to get the new flat's deal inked and that reminded me of house hunting which I had pushed to bak of my mind because of laziness. I frantically opened the classifieds at Accenture India's website and zeroed in on 3 prospects. I decided to see every flat before deciding upon any one. I first started with the one in Marol which was quite close to my current office. The size/condition and the attitude of the people living in the flat turned me off completely. I was quite worried on starting with a 'disappointment'. I wished others do not turn out to be like the previous one. Next day I saw one in Kanjur Marg and other in Bhandup. I was delighted to see the flat in Kanjur, it was spacious, airy and nice people. There were ACs in the one I checked in Bhandup but there were ASEs (freshers) as well. Not mature enough and college attitude these lad had. Thus Kanjur became the obvious choice and I happily moved in there. It's airy, spacious and I got relieved of the worries of cleaning of any sort be it clothes or flat itself plus no worries about food as well. Maid does it all! I'm drafting this piece while sitting besides the window lying down on a mattress on a floor. As the breeze flow in the words are flowing out and getting saved on this pages! This is how I always wanted to write. I also, sometimes, imagine myself enjoy studying like this as well. I hope this becomes reality!

The Accident
March 12,2011 - Mohnish has gone for daaru party at Adtiya sir's place and he was taken to a makeshift idli shop at Sakinaka junction by Aditya at 3 am. Mohnish, I believe relished the taste so much that the next day when he returned he persuaded Vibhu and I to visit that place. By 2 am we were ready. I was dressed in shorts others wore their gears. I, as always, asked for bike keys and was reluctantly given by Mohnish. While he handed me the keys he doubted my driving skills. I told him that by now I'm pro and I've an experience of driving 50,000 kilometers. I'm not that convinced him..but I was driving the bike and that was inportant. We got the fuel and we started. No sooner we started than we encountered a truck standing horizontaly in the middle of the road. I manuvered successfully. This must have made Mohnish trust my biking abilites, I thought. It was downhill from there and although accelator was not pushed enough bike had gained speed. We crossed the Holy Spirit hospital and a gaurd there shouted at us seeing three of us on a bike speeding in wee hours of morning. We had gone more than a 100 meter from the hospital when I saw a speedbreaker. Fearing the fact that Vibhu will fall off because of the jumo at the speed breaker. I applied both the breaks, in front and at the back. It was disc brake, of which I had zero experience. My eyes were closed by then all three of us were in air. When my opened I found myself getting skidded on the roadside and bike skidding even faster and going to the other side. When I got up I first checked if my face and my head are intact as we were not wearing any helmets. I was ok on my upper parts. I went to check the damage I had caused to others. I was satisfied for the fact that I was the one with most bruises, nothing serious though, quantity had won over quality of bruises!
I drove the bike back to the hospital, more with the sense of responsibility and compulsion and least with the free will. Mohnish and Vibhu took an auto. First aid was given and some magic spray was sprayed. Fuck! I yelled 2 seconds after it was applied on the first wound. That burnt more than acid and that too when applied on a fresh wound, several layer of skin below the surface. I was finally done with spray and stiches and others turn came. They felt the same pain, I was relieved for the fact that I didn't act like girl and the spray actually caused a lot..a lot of pain! I tried to flirt with the docotor on duty but she didn't buy it. Seeing this attempt Vibhu and Mohnish burst into laughter and I smiled. I was happy..all was well.
When we came back sleeping was the biggest problem. There was no position left which I was aware in which I could sleep. I managed however. Later in the day I was sure that I need to go to Delhi for proper care and medication. I left the same night and Vibhu next day. My parents got suspicious on my sudden plan of arriving and I had to tell them about the accident although I didn't reveal the seriousness. I was going to Delhi anyway so I left on them to judge how badly I was hurt.
My family came on airport, my younger brother, Abhijeet, was totally unaware of any of the happenings..when he saw me crippling he came rushing and took bag off me. I was asked thousand reasons for driving bike at 3 am! I wish I could lie but my medical report from Bombay mentioned the time sp no success there. I did not let the reason out for my driving the bike at 3 am and certainly not the fact the we were three on a bike. I had covered all my wounds to mirage the stiches as well, which however, was revealed but it saved me during my first 30 mintues in Delhi. I recooperated well, celebrated Holi and come back to Bombay with just one wound to heal.

These were a few events that happened and were not captured in any of the posts. There certainly are a few more which will be covered in later series.