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A Journey to my Core



Known-known faces, are they half-known?A full life makes the faces full-known!

This was my preconceived notion when the idea of a re-union was being nestled. I had been debating with myself, whether to be or not to be there. I was confused whether the ‘known’ faces might turn up to be ‘half known’ after two decades of separation!!

Twenty long years, is not a short travel. I remember, during my student days, I used to go through “Employment News” regularly to look for job vacancies. And for most of the HR jobs, the minimum post-qualification experience required were 15-20 years. That was quite an absurd requirement for a fresh college pass out, who was only having an MBA degree and a bagful of aspirations in his possession. Now, when I look back at the 20 years which I spent in corporate rat-races, then I realize, oh, what a journey!! Though the journey, sometimes, was tiresome and difficult through hilly terrains and rough patches, but whenever an oasis was found, it was so fulfilling, so pleasurable.
The gang-ho Batch

Can twenty long years change a human being? The world in which I was a student, has completely changed. In those by-gone days, I didn’t have the luxury of smartphone (the present day third-eye), branded apparels, ready to eat cereals, fancy cars, and so on and so forth. Did all these modern availability have changed me?

I thought yes, it changed me. But after the batch-mates started pouring in for the re-union, I realized, I didn’t. I am the same as I was 20 years back!! Where did I keep so much of emotions secretly? How was I away from such warm hugs? The etymology of the term “personality” ways back to “Per Sonare” (Latin), which means wearing a mask. It is said that during our life, we keep on changing this mask. Sometimes I am a responsible husband, sometimes a loving father, sometimes a caring son, sometimes a darling friend, sometimes a task oriented manager, sometime a nervous reportee to an expat boss, sometimes a loaner and sometimes a social entertainer….the mask keeps changing. But does my core change? I, now, strongly believe that it doesn’t. Had it changed, how could I get such spontaneous overflow of powerful emotions by meeting my batch mates after such a long time?

Indebted to those who have planted the seed of a re-union. It was not a mere meeting with old pals, but for me it was a life changing event, where I could realize that I am still the same old old-fashioned guy who cries secretly in the dark corner of his room when his friends leave. Thanks to all for gifting me this feeling.


This was a learning for me towards my small steps to the great world.

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  1. UnknownJanuary 28, 2016 at 11:37 PM

    I know this man who has a heart filled with love and emotion...the busy rat-race couldn't change him from the core..he is such a lovely person, guys proudly saying you all he always possess a golden chamber in his heart for the friends who truly love him...he is my darling hubby.

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  2. MahiJanuary 28, 2016 at 11:42 PM

    Sir, very rightfull analysis, some inner emotions doesn't change even in the long run. We carry them throughout knowingly or unknowingly. That is the true "WE".

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  3. UnknownJanuary 29, 2016 at 12:10 AM

    Boss,

    Truly speaking , I am really shocked to see - legal drafting to personal blog , you really excel every where.

    I am really touched the way you have explained the things in the blog.

    My learning not only in HR field but as a Human Being is really taking shape everyday under your guidance.

    I am sure your inputs will definitely convert me from " Human Being to a Gentlemen in personal & professional life".

    Learning from " a Thought to Transformation".

    Will continue my learning under you, irrespective of the organizations.


    Regards
    Ritesh Bhardwaj

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  4. UnknownJanuary 29, 2016 at 9:21 AM

    It's your true feeling. Actually many of us have the same feeling. The packaging cannot change the core product.

    ReplyDelete

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