30 Days...

Its been a while since I posted last. Haven't quite found things to post about. I just got a couple of days off now, time to relax and to take a deep breath and head into the last phase of training school. 30 days to go..before I get a well earned vacation. 30 days before I get to go home. 30 days to go before I'll be well on my way to becoming a Field Engineer.
We had a party on Christmas eve which was a lot of fun. Especially because it was a well deserved break after 2 weeks without a day off almost. We had a "brown" christmas, which meant beautiful weather. Clear skies, temperatures touching 10 C. All thanks to the Chinook, which is a warm pacific wind which breaks up the spells of cold weather and melts all the snow away in hours.
While I was typing this I just realised that I've been tending to put in a "we" everywhere instead of an I. And that to me tells me how much I have identified myself as being part of this group of people who are in training with me. A group of people called "ALC-13"..which stands for Airdrie Learning Center - batch 13. An unlucky number perhaps, but a great bunch of people who've made training school a great multi-cultural experience. But then we're all still counting the days left. There still is a long road to travel, but we've already almost in sight of our destinations. Home.
As the days tick by to another new year, ill be busy working through new year's eve and new year's day..sad but worth it, cos it means going home two days early. To all of you who are working on the 1st and to all of you who aren't, and to everyone else( who would fall into this category? suggestions anyone?).. A happy New Year to all you people, and everyone else.

As Time goes by..

He woke up that morning and all was white again. The warm spell was over and the biting cold was back. He woke up thinking of her. Of that beautiful winter night in December almost a year ago when everything had made perfect sense. It was the memories of all those beautiful months that kept him warm in the cold monotony of work life. And it was the knowledge that he would see her again that kept him awake, and unconcious of the harshness of his routine. He counted the months, the weeks and the days. As the days got shorter and colder the only consolation was that they were getting fewer.
As the days got shorter and he was settling into his 24x7 lifestyle the days and nights stopped making sense. All of a sudden, sleep cycles became an increasingly important factor in his life and the need for concious effort to manage biological cycles was new in his life. It was all enough to keep him occupied. But that wasn't all his life was about. It couldn't be.
As time goes by, the days may grow shorter, the nights may grow longer but the heart grows fonder.

As Time goes by

He woke up that morning to bright, blue skies. There was a nip in the air and he was particularly happy. He had woken up thinking of her. His mind went back to a pleasant December evening two years back, spent in the company of the people who meant most to him and the phone call that followed the lovely evening. He had never imagined it would happen. Thinking back, it seemed but natural. The world seemed perfect.

Looking back to the first hug, the first kiss, the long conversations, he wondered what a fool he had been- How could he have let things come to this? How could he have watched while she left? Should he have called out? Pleaded? Begged? Would it have made a difference? He had never seen it coming. But, could he have? Should he have done anything different - Could he have? Had he been too pushy- that didn't seem to be in his nature. She had assured him that it wasn't his fault. He knew so too but who is to blame. He couldn't get himself to feel anger or bitterness towards her. Was he a fool?- if she had said she'd come back, he'd have welcomed her back with open arms. To him, nothing had changed... for a long time.

Time moves and things change. He had slowly moved away, to another place. All that was left were memories - of a very pleasant year, where he had learnt that he could get hurt too.

As he woke up thinking these things, he couldn't help but wonder how it would be to have her near him, again. To see that smile and hear the voice calling out to him. The wounds had healed, time had worked its wonders. But there was one thing he was thankful for, she had always been there, every single time. She had mothered him and protected him through the tough times and he knew he would do anything for her if she needed it. As time goes by, some things change but some things are built to last.

Three days off

He sat there, staring at the eight ball. The ball sat there, frozen to its spot. Frozen like everything else was. Like the little stream that flowed no more. When it gets as cold as this, everything freezes. You get stuck if you touch a metal surface, you're rooted to your home because its too cold to walk, and your life becomes white, monotonous. Frozen.

Bright Sunny Winter Day.






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Saw "Adaptation" yesterday. Weird little movie about a screenwriter who writes a screenplay about a screenwriter(himself) trying to write a screenplay about a screenwriter(himself) who is trying to..
Movie was funny in phases, and was brilliant at parodying typical hollywood thrillers. The screenwriter tries to write a script without the typical ingredegents of a hollywood thriller and starts to write about himself. But he ends up putting in car chases, sex and drugs into it because that is exactly what happens to him as he's writing the script.

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