It has been five years since I am in Pune. I still remember the day I cam here and when my dad came to drop me. Teary eyed, he was having hard time saying good bye to his only son. Frankly I too was feeling bad. After all his Abhi was going to stay alone in an alien city for the first time. Abhi for Abhimanyu that is what all use to call me.Why my parents decided to name me after a person who was killed in battle still baffles me. I tired asking but never found satisfactory answers. I had never been out of my hometown which means I was never out of their eye sight for a long time. The most I can recollect is when I had to go for some school camp which was about three or five days. My mom is a very sentimental person, so when I told her that I had to move to Pune for my job, she did not talk to me for the whole day. My mom cried so much when I was leaving that I almost had a change of heart and decided that I better live with my parents with some meager salary than work for some reputed company. After all what is the use of all the money when you don’t have your loved ones with you to enjoy it.
After dad left I was alone in my PG. For some strange reason I was the only person who was selected in this company and honestly it was a proud moment for me. After all no topper had cracked their interview and this ugly looking low percentile nerd had got placed with eye popping salary. I enjoyed the attention that came with it and was basking it its glory. I never knew before this what being famous was.
My PG was just awful, but I had no option as almost all the rooms there were occupied, I could not afford to pay for flat. Not yet at least. My roommates were some plain south Indian guys who were talking in their native language which I later came to know was Tamil. I tried to strike a conversation with them and they used to talk in English with me and slowly change to Tamil. So I thought I will just listen to some songs and sleep down, after all the next day was going to be the most important day of my life. Thinking of the people I am gonna meet, how my manager is going to be, the beautiful girls that will be in my team(hopefully) I felt asleep.
My joining day was quiet boring. Filling out forms and dealing with all the formalities. I was informed that I would be undergoing training for three months. Looking around the company I came to know that there aren’t lot of employees in this centre. My training was going to start the next day. I went to the training room. There is where I met Rajat. Rajat was handsome guy. Fair well built and comparing his height with me quite tall, about 6’1″. Overall he was the exact opposite of me.
He was late to the training and sat right next to me which was the only seat available at that time. We had a round of introduction and everyone introduced themselves. To my disappointment there were no good looking girls. After all to come to office you need some motivation. At lunch break Rajat and I went together to the cafeteria. We got talking and he told me that he was from Delhi. We bonded really well. As time passed i made more friends and started to get engrossed in my work. Leaving the room at 8:30 and back at 8:30. Life had become quite hectic. Occasional visit to hometown and spending some weekends with friends, that was the only relief that I had. Time just flew away. I had just completed one year in this city. I was so thankful that I was leaving my PG. Rajat and I decided to look together for a flat.We found a quite good flat for both of us. It was little costly but hey it was so much comfortable. It was 2BHK so we both had our own bedroom. Having your own room helps, you can give yourself some helping hand unlike in PG where there is constant fear that you may get caught.
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