ISL Day Out Next Day

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“What helps us more, reading  or discussion ? And why people always tend to seek favour from others ?”

First time I encountered such a philosophical question from a girl. 

Next came in flow,  “And why people started writing about their thoughts and their fictitious goals, which were hardly related to them ?", from her.

I thougth she was talking about books. I imagined, how sweet this world could be, if they had invented voice recorder before the books(audio books). So, many people hate studying (reading and remembering) , me included...

“Actually this helps many people to create and chase their dreams and by only this you can pass over your thoughts to be memorized.” She answered too.

“I just revealed one more area; girls could be interested in, the theory in which mostly old people are interested.”, I thought. You can say it philosophy.

“You must have read a lot” I just stated the obvious.

This small talk happened, just before my team started gathering near the pool, and we joined them.

We went to sleep after a long discussion about how my colleagues learned so many things, not to do in Life. Also they shared some horrifying incidents.

What time you can think, you can wake-up when you go to bed nearly 3 AM.

But its different morning, in the lap of nature, so, most of people didn't miss it. Many of them wondered how long it had been that they have seen the morning after started working in software company and getting married.

Some of my friends revealed (they used), how many facilities the resort provided, as a simple Indian.

The morning was good; I was only interested in pool and some of my team members too, so we played after the breakfast.

After 2-3 hours, and figuring out what is dominant between beginners’ luck and lady luck, we joined the main hall, where ‘Antakshari’ was going to start.

There was 3 groups, first I noticed, a group of 3 beautiful girls, in second my colleagues, and 3^rd all boys.

The anchor was fan of Kishor Da and it was reflected in his voice too. He requested us that he would like to sing a Kishor’s song for anyone who was interested.

My selection was “Eak Ajnabee Hasheena Se, Yun Mulaakaat Ho Gayi”, in hope, that someday I will meet someone as in the song.

After lunch and some more games, I left to Home Town. This was my first visit to home after joining IBM and first Job.

This is only the start; a lot more things were to come to me, someone had already put them for me. I can only think of HIM.

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