Half an Year.

Half an year passed away. I won't say conveniently. Thought, would be a better idea to gather all the events took place, where the protagonist presumed to be me. I was stammered to death with fear, helpless rage and a tinge of confusion for the first time when these ever-killing polar winds hit my chest badly, because of which I had to search for another sweat shirt from my carry bag, outside Heathrow. Tonnes of incidents. Blows. Bouts. They made me composed, which at times make me feel bad for my early approach of adulthood, but most of the times, bore consumable fruits.

Still remember blindly following a known person at Stratford station, sifting through tubes to reach my school for the first time. There are many firsts in this posts. That image never fades away, as a matter of fact. If at all it happens to stay here for longer periods than desired, that image serves as the quotient of survival and existence. Got ditched in the hands of academic money makers. Been through sleepless nights wondering, how more worse this could get. Those sleepless nights also comprised of burnt sticks, empty tins and remained wanting scathered with empty pockets, but one thing, there was no witched linen trouser from which I could steal currency, which never ran out of money to rob, my father's.

But he is now Rs. 80/minute away from me, which can rather buy me a beer tin to get lost in the momentary soothing. The precise application of the idiom which I used to iterate running around people, 'Kal kaa Kal' worked finally. Stopped spending nights worrying about ever-coming tomorrow's deadlines. When I talk about deadlines here, I am compelled to write about my profession in this land or rather i think it deserves to be told.

Knocked doors as a surveying agent in my early days, hitting a new suburb down town the every other working day, in search of deals, which in turn, could feed me, end of the month. But something appealed to me. Marketing is my type. Being so uncertain about the next feeding prospect, bid goodbye to the marketing thingy, forever.

This thing, which I believe I am best at, is feeding me now. Equally on par with people who work 8 hours a day for 5 days a week. Writing. My passion and now, my profession, lately. One thing has been proved again, very strongly, in the history in my case. Power of words. The pace at which they spread and reach the to-be-reached ears and which apparently gets the things done. Words surely are epidemic. Sleepless nights, yet again, but this time occupied with work. Seriously, I run out of time, at times, to make a cup of tea for myself in the middle of nights. And what got proved is 'People come back to you when you deliver the best you can and this time, with two other people along with each one of them.' Projects pouring in, keeping me super busy.

I have gone places, meaning places. Explored the city as far as anyone could, in six months. Contented. Just a jot down about what I am up to, in this, the six most productive months so far. And all I dream about Hyderabad is yet to come, due in some 4 months. Those unconsciously appearing smiles while I drool over the baggage trolley out of arrivals stand.

To get there, here I am. Count down begins!