Close a door and open another

As I take off in my flight back to home from Mumbai after wishing good-bye to all my work colleagues, I see the crowded roads, some impressively tall buildings and some patches of flat roof slum settlements. And further along during take-off, I can see a couple of lakes and too-green-to-believe patch (which is really hard to find in Mumbai) which turns out to be a golf course. And much further along, I can see a peaceful line-up of hills covered in dark green vegetation creating a border to finally throw a nice view of the Arabian Sea. And then, as the hills, trees and buildings become just a bunch of tiny dots, I see endless calm clouds some of which politely give way for some sunlight to stream through.

My journey through one of the companies that I recently worked for has been somewhat similar. When I joined the company, I joined with an open mind, just looking forward to whatever was in store for me. Surprisingly, I did not have much apprehension about how my first job back home would be. I guess the excitement and the ‘looking forward to’ over-shadowed any anxiety that I’d normally have in such circumstances.

The first few months have turned out to be really hard and sucked the life out of me – mentally, physically and in every other way possible. Those few months made me repent heavily about my decision to leave “everything” behind and take the plunge to move cities to join the company. Had it not been for my insanely supportive family and one hell-of-a-friend who I met on the day I joined the company, I wouldn’t have been able to look back on those times and smile now.

The first dozen of weeks in Mumbai were very strenuous crowding my mind with a lot of thoughts, questions and negative emotions. After that initial period, there was a teaser phase when I went through ‘ups’ and ‘downs’ – the ‘ups’ being the teasers where I found hope. And then time stretched into longer periods of ‘ups’ with short bursts of ‘downs’. This is time when I was convinced that I have finally found my place in my first job back home – let’s face it, there’s no “perfect” place with 100% ‘ups’ alone. To me, with its little imperfections, this was the “perfect” place to be. Further along, I entered the time when there were lengthy ‘ups’ going in parallel with unexpected endless long ‘downs’. The lengthy ‘downs’ had quite an impact on me. After months of debate on acting on them (the ‘downs’) Vs. accepting them, I decided to leave.

I decided to leave in a hope to make way for something better to come in. A quote from someone wise goes like this – “Good things fall apart so that better things can fall together”. I sure hope that the wise man is right. The timing of all this is a pleasant coincidence with the new year, new job, old best friends coming back to the city for good, new ideas and newly gained wisdom.

A toast to old times: for the lessons learnt, look-back-and-smile memories and finding good friends to walk away with.

And a toast to new times: for a chance to evolve further, for peace and for hope to be able to live in the moment.