Omens

In the last couple of years of college, we had lots of discussions within our group about some rather philosophical stuff. Happiness, contentment and where we wanted to end up in life featured regularly in these discussions.

I always had a hard time discussing my amorphous thoughts about my career and my definition of happiness, and so I resorted to saying that I want to work in the Alps, have a little Dairy farm with black and white spotted cows, a little wooden cottage on the knolls to live in, and a snazzy BMW Z3 to distribute the milk.. :) I also always described a wooden Victorian fireplace in my house, a small library full of leather bound books and a nice worn out leather couch to sit on while reading the books. I used to paint a lovely image of my simple life, spending most of my time reading a good book in my library, enjoying a cup of strong black coffee.

When I used to describe all this, most people thought I was evading conversation on the topic, but the truth is that few people realized that this was the closest embodiment of my definition of a good life. It did eventually become a big joke and most people made comical references to my weird ideas and the Alps during such discussions. So that was that..

In June 2006, when I reported to my new office for induction, we sat in a large conference hall for the formalities and the paperwork. I did officially join work in that hall. The hall is called Alps.

Labels: Life