Being on the other side of the fence

One of my colleagues has quit the Firm and is leaving this Friday to pursue his family business. This follows after another one of my colleagues left for another company last week. He was with us for about two and half years and had been in Hyderabad when I had joined. There is hardly anything that I could do to prevent their departures, apart from taking a pursuasive approach to retain them. Well, I plan to write the professional side of the story on my other blog, named as my consulting days, but here I would dwelve upon how it feels to bid farewell.

Not too many days ago, I was with another firm, after having worked with another firm, which I had changed having worked for yet another firm. So, I have been bid farewells, and most times these functions were celebrations for me since I was chasing my dreams of better work environment, better work content, better compensation and several other things. But here I have been blessed with the best I could demand from life. A job that merges the strengths of my education in engineering as well as finance, an extremely supportive boss, good clients, and friendly people to work with, I have it all. Sometimes, the administrative support is found wanting and life can be hectic with frantic travel schedule, but it clearly is a case of bunch of roses with a just a few thorns. But whether to count roses or the thorns is entirely my own prerogative.

Now, I am already missing some of my colleagues here. It is sad that we have to go our own ways as we get calling by our dreams and aspirations. I remember having spent lot of fun times together, lot of thought-provoking analysis done together, lot of pizzas eaten together and lot of casual chats engaged together too. We don't have them anymore, at least not in the same way as we did then. So, the parting ways is not really temporary as we tend to believe at the farewell. It is permanent and hence, of course, not very pleasing.

But then, is not life like that always? Nothing remains with anyone other than oneself and the scars picked on the rugged paths of life. Unless, of course, we meet our Creator on the way and recognize Him as our constant companion. Hence, true happyness lies in befriending Him.

(Picture is that of one of our picnics this year.)