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Abrity di gives a shocker yesterday...Jhilik drops a bomb today...and all my excitement is marred...


initially I had decided to call this one 'the most lucrative year" and type in all those happy incidents that made the past one year so precious...but I've finally ended up writing a nameless blog...not exactly nameless though...this phrase 'placeholder for text' has become very significant in the last one year at work...but that's not reason enough for naming it thus...incidents mentioned above have just spoilt all that flurry...


this piece was supposed to be everything bout my completing a year at work...(which completely changed everything for me when it happened last year...I remember walking into that huge building, completely sure I wouldn't make it...but I finally did...)


it was supposed to be about that long awaited result which finally did come out yesterday...(finally making me a Mass Comm post graduate)...I even thought I'd ping Abrity di and let her know how I fared...before I could do that, she dropped a bomb...


to know that she will no more be seen across the floor, is bizzare...to know that she'll never again call you for a coaching session, is sad...to know that she'll not call you over the extension to tell you how bad the GSP check has been, is disturbing...and no one will flash that 440 watt smile at you when you bump into her waiting for the elevator...and we've lost that trademark laughter to Y-14, cuz she's decided to stay back...


as if all that wasn't enough, so even Jhilik decides to drop a mail...she's not coming along either...now who'll bring in all that effortless glamour to the team? who's going to speak that bengali with the accent? who'll sit behind that glass door? who'll solve my 'shift' problem over Sametime at one in the morning? who's going to be THAT good, really!


with the power puff girls staying behind, DP for me, will never be the same again...work will not be the same again...some of us used to refer to them as 'mummy' and 'pappa' (jokingly, duh) behind their back...for such people like ourselves, we've lost both our parents at work...



and they stayed back like they'd planned,
leaving us at work, orphaned...
Location: Barrackpore, West Bengal, India

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